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.

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"I think I know who did this," Michelle explained the next morning, following a very long meeting with her lawyer, Frank Roth. "I think it's possible that my boyfriend killed my parents."

"Chris Dougan?" Tim asked, his tone cold, hiding the shock he felt at Michelle's sudden revelation.

"Yes," she answered with a nod. "He threatened my father numerous times."

"Why didn't you tell us this last night, Michelle?" Horatio asked.

She shrugged. "Protecting him, I guess. I love Chris, I don't want to believe that he did this."

"How exactly did he threaten your father?" Tim inquired.

"Dad and Chris got into a fight, right after I told Chris about the baby," she explained, "Chris was disgusted, and so angry, not with me, with my dad. They had words and Chris said that if my dad laid a hand on me again, Chris would kill him."

"So, did he?" Tim asked.

"Did he what?" she asked blankly.

"Lay a hand on you again," he spelled it out for her.

"Oh," she nodded, diverting her eyes to the floor, "yeah, he did."

"And I'm guessing you told Chris about it?"

"When I told him that I was leaving town," she answered.

"So, you think Chris waited until you were on vacation, then went to the house and killed your parents?" Tim resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He didn't believe one word of Michelle's story, and he could tell from Horatio's expression that he didn't either. "So, why kill your mother too?" Tim continued, "She wasn't the one who was raping you all those years."

Michelle's eyes glassed over with tears. "She knew what he was doing. Chris knew that she knew. He always kept a gun. You'll find it upstairs in the crawl space in his closet."

"Okay, Michelle," Horatio stated. "We'll send a team over to Chris' house. Hang tight, we'll be back later." He stood and headed out of the interrogation room with Tim hot on his heels.

"There is no freakin' way Chris was involved with this, H," Tim said angrily, pumping his fist to illustrate his point. "You should have seen that kid yesterday, H, he was terrified that something had happened to Michelle and Mikayla."

"Calm down, Speed, I don't believe he was involved either," Horatio stated. "Let the evidence speak for itself. Get a warrant, get Hagen and get out there."

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Tim and Hagen knocked on Chris' door again, waiting impatiently for the young man to answer the door. It swung open and Chris yawned – clearly they'd woken him up.

"Hey, you guys again," he muttered sleepily. Tim could see the cobwebs immediately sweeping from Chris' mind as the realization that the two cops who'd told him his girlfriend's parents were dead were suddenly on his doorstep again. "Mikayla?" he asked, his voice tinged with fear. "It's Mikayla, isn't it? Somebody hurt her?"

Tim shook his head. "No, man, Mikayla's fine. She's with my boss's wife, and she's in really good hands, I swear. This is about Michelle."

Chris stood back and allowed them to enter. "Michelle? Does that mean you found her?"

Hagen nodded and handed him the search warrant. "What's this?" the young man asked blankly.

"That's a warrant to search your property for the murder weapon, Chris," Hagen explained gently.

"You gotta be kidding me!" he exclaimed. "You think I did this?"

"Michelle kind of," Tim paused and glanced at Hagen, "implicated you in the murder."

Chris' eyes went wide and he looked as though the wind had been totally knocked out of him. He sat down on the nearest piece of furniture – the coffee table. "But, why would she think that I...." he stammered.

Tim took a deep breath; already uncomfortable with the path he was about to go down with Chris. "She says that you threatened her father. Did you do that, Chris?"

"Hell, I don't know, probably." He glanced up at Tim's wedding ring. "What would you do, man, if you found out somebody was hurting the woman you loved? Wouldn't you threaten him if you thought it might help?"

Tim couldn't answer, because he knew he would – he'd probably do a hell of a lot worse than just threaten anyone who was hurting Leanna.

"Did anybody hear you threaten Dr. Johansson?" Hagen asked.

"Uh, let's see," Chris thought, "Other than Dr. Bartley and Michelle, the maid was there, but I don't think she liked me very much anyway. The purple hair kind of freaks her out, you know how old people are."

Tim and Hagen nodded in agreement. "Chris, do you have a gun?" Tim asked gently.

Chris rolled his eyes. "This is Miami, dude, everybody has a gun," he answered sarcastically.

Tim stared him down and Chris continued, "Yes, I have a gun. I haven't even looked at it in months. I had it for my old apartment – I was broken into five times."

"Where is it?" Hagen asked.

"I moved it into a crawl space in my closet. I was afraid that Mikayla might get into it. I know that's stupid, she can't even crawl yet, but still, better safe than sorry," he explained.

"We're going to need the gun, Chris," Tim said gently.

Chris nodded weakly, running a hand through his purple tinged hair. "Yeah, yeah, whatever, man. I got nothing to hide."

Tim stood and opened his kit. He took out two pairs of latex gloves, handing one set to Hagen. The two men followed Chris upstairs. He opened the closet for them and pushed away his clothes and equipment, revealing the crawl space. Hagen pushed the tiny door open, and reaching inside while Tim took pictures. Tim sighed deeply as John lifted a 9mm pistol from the space.

Hagen handed the gun to Tim and took out his cuffs. "I'm sorry I have to do this, man." He grasped Chris' wrists and slapped the cuffs on him. "I can't believe this," Chris whispered bitterly as John led him to the patrol car, "She said she loved me."

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"We found the gun, Michelle," Horatio explained, "Right where you said it was going to be."

Michelle smiled coldly and looked up at Horatio with steely eyes. "I told you. Did you arrest Chris?"

Tim was fuming by this point, fighting the urge to leap across the table and strangle Michelle Johansson.

"We did," Horatio nodded, "But I have to tell you, Chris maintains his innocence, and quite frankly, we believe him."

"You believe him," she asked, "but not me?"

"That's right Michelle," Tim spat out angrily, "we do."

"And why is that, Detective?" she asked curiously, titling her head to one side as she spoke.

"Because the minute we told Chris that your parents had been murdered, the first thing he asked about was you and Mikayla. He wanted to make sure you were all right. The first thing you asked was where you daughter was. You already knew she was fine," Tim explained.

"I already told you, I saw it on CNN," she shot back. "There was no mention of my daughter, so I knew she had to be okay."

"When are you going to let that go, Michelle?" Horatio asked quietly.

"You can't let go of the truth, Lieutenant," she smirked.

Eric knocked on the door and Tim stepped outside. "Fingerprints on the gun," Eric explained, handing Tim his report, "two sets of fresh prints, Michelle's and...."

"If you say Chris's I swear to God, I'm turning in my badge," Tim warned.

Eric grinned. "Would I do that to you? The other set belonged to Lauren Johansson."

"How is that possible, Delko? Lauren is dead."

Eric shook his head. "She may be dead, but those prints were ripe, man."

"Let me ask another question, how did we get Lauren's prints?" Tim asked.

"The Johansson's registered the girls in one of those Safe Kids programs ten years ago, in case they were ever kidnapped," Eric explained.

"And Chris' prints?" Tim questioned.

"Old," Eric answered, "The prints from Michelle and Lauren were all over the gun's exterior. The prints I got of Chris's were inside; probably from the last time he cleaned it. Nothing fresh, though. You gonna go in there and take the wind out of Michelle's sails?"

"Nah," Tim said with a shrug. "Let her sweat it out a minute. First, I'm going to tell Chris."

Tim knocked on the door of the interrogation room across the hall and stepped inside. Hagen was there, basically consoling a near-hysterical Chris. "I just don't understand," the younger man cried, "how could she do this to me?"

"I don't know, but this proves you're innocent." Tim answered, sliding the report across the table, "Chris, did Michelle or Lauren Johansson ever handle your gun?"

"No, Michelle didn't even know I had a gun – at least I thought she didn't," he said bitterly, picking up the report and studying it. "Does this thing say the other set of prints was Lauren's?"

"It does," Tim sighed and shook his head. "Damn if I know how to explain that, though."

"Maybe her sister can tell you," Hagen offered.

Tim nodded slowly. "I'll be back," he sighed.

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"That's not possible!" Michelle screamed, launching across the table to grab the report from Horatio. "My sister is dead. How could her prints possibly be on that gun?"

"I don't know, Michelle, why don't you explain it to us, because your prints and her prints were made at the same time," Tim shot back as the officer held Michelle down in her chair.

"Lieutenant, I need some time to confer with my client," Frank Roth stated nervously.

"I'll bet you do," Horatio deadpanned. He and Tim stepped out into the hallway. "Speed, have you interviewed Mikayla's nanny yet?"

Tim shook his head. "No, nobody has seen the nanny since the day of the murders."

Horatio sighed. "I don't know what is going on here, but I have an odd feeling that the nanny will lead us to Lauren Johansson."

"I have an odd feeling that the nanny is Lauren Johansson," Tim replied.

"Me too, Speed," Horatio nodded. "Me too."

TBC...