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 – Still R- Timmy felt the need to use the F-word AGAIN, you know how he is when he's in a bad mood, plus he and Lea are still arguing. He's really going to have to clean up his language, now that he's going to be a father of two.

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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Calleigh stepped out of the interrogation room and leaned against the door. "I guess you heard all of that," she said to Horatio.

He nodded. "I did."

Calleigh smiled weakly at her husband. "And I suppose you already knew she was going to ask us to take Mikayla?"

He returned the smile and wrapped his arm around her tiny waist. "I did," he answered, pressing a gentle kiss to her hair.

"Are you okay with this?" Calleigh asked, stopping in the hallway to face him.

"Now that we have Michelle's blessing, I'm fine," he answered honestly, returning his arm to his wife's waist and beginning to walk again. "Now, if she's going to be living with us long-term, there are some things we need..."

Calleigh beamed and turned in his arms. "Horatio Caine, are you giving this little Southern woman PERMISSION to go spend lots and lots of money?" She fingered the front of his blue silk shirt. "Cause you know how we Southern women just love shopping."

"Yes, I do," he nodded, "Just don't put us into debt for the next fifty years, that's all I ask."

"Nah," she swatted his arm. "Not fifty. Twenty, maybe, but definitely not fifty."

Horatio rolled his eyes and parted from his wife. "I've got work to do," he said, kissing her quickly on the forehead.

Calleigh laughed as he stepped away from her. "If I had an entire day, I could get us to fifty, but I've only got this afternoon, so twenty will have to do," she teased.

"Don't make me regret this, Calleigh Caine," he called from down the hallway.

"Never," she said quietly, heading for the locker room to retrieve her purse.

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Tim stalked into the locker room, tossed open the door to his locker and threw his bag inside. Then he slammed the door and sat down on the bench. Another child. His mind raced – could they afford another baby? What about daycare and healthcare? Who among their friends would want to watch two kids while he and Leanna spent some quality time together?

He shook the thoughts from his head and stood. Making his way down the hall to the break room, he continued to think. Nicholas had been such a good baby, would this new one be a monster? How much love did he really have to spread around? Could he love this new child as much as he loved Nicholas? It's not like Tim had anything to compare it to. For thirteen years, he'd been an only child. By the time his brother was born, Tim was old enough, and quite happy to fend for himself.

"Good Morning," Eric said brightly from inside the break room, where he was making a cup of coffee. He looked at his watch. "For the next fifteen minutes, that is."

"What the fuck's so good about it?" Speed snarled, picking up his coffee cup and pushing Eric out of the way. He poured the dark liquid into his mug and took a long sip.

Eric stepped back and put his hands up. "Whoa, dude, what's wrong?"

Tim opened his mouth to continue his assault on his best friend, but instead took a deep breath and softened, "I'm sorry, man, it's not your fault."

"Everything's my fault," Eric explained sarcastically. "Didn't you get Val's memo? But seriously, what's wrong?"

Tim took a deep breath and sighed. "Leanna's pregnant," he said quietly.

"Again?" Eric laughed and shook his head. "Don't you know what causes that shit, man?"

"I must have skipped that day of school," Tim answered with a roll of his eyes.

"You? I somehow doubt that," Eric said, "I take it you aren't happy with this little development?"

"It's not that I'm not happy, Delko, it's just that I never wanted two kids under the age of two," he explained. "How did your parents do it, man? All those kids? How did they make sure everybody felt loved?"

Eric shook his head and smiled. "You just do it, Speed. The more love you give, the more love you have to give. That's what my mom always says." Eric stirred his coffee. "So, how exactly did this happen?"

"You want me to give you the specifics?" Tim asked sarcastically.

"Hell, no," Eric cringed. "That'd be a serious case of T.M.I. No, did she stop taking her birth control bills or what?"

Tim shook his head, remembering in vivid detail the night they both thought this 'happened'. "Antibiotics happened, apparently," he answered.

"That's rough, man. What does Leanna think about it?"

"She's thrilled, I guess," Tim sighed. "At least she seems thrilled.... at least she was thrilled, until I made an ass of myself at the doctor's office."

Eric raised his mug in salute. "You do that well."

"Thanks, I pride myself on my ability to make an ass of myself in public."

"So, how are you going to fix it?" Eric asked curiously.

"I don't know," Tim shook his head and sighed. "How would you fix it?"

"Flowers, dinner, a long hot bath and a massage," Eric explained.

Tim nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, that might be a start."

"A start?" Eric scoffed. "Man, you really did screw up."

"Let me put it this way. It will be a miracle if I'm still a married man by this afternoon."

Eric put a hand to his heart. "Ouch. Well, let me know if there's anything I can do to help."

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Calleigh danced around the spare bedroom in their home, preparing Mikayla's new room while singing along to her favorite country station. Rascal Flatts' "Mayberry" blared from the speakers and Calleigh sang at the top of her lungs, nodding her head to the tune, much to Mikayla's delight. The infant sat in her new exer-saucer, playing with the toys Calleigh had scattered across the tray.

"I miss Mayberry," she sang, "sitting on the porch, drinkin' ice-cold cherry Coke, where everything is black and white, nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-ah- nah-ah-nah-ah."

Horatio leaned against the doorframe, hoping he wouldn't startle his wife when she finally turned around. Mikayla gave him away, squealing with delight and shaking her fists when she saw him. Calleigh whipped around, dropping the diaper stacker she was holding. "Hi," she said, slightly embarrassed that her husband had heard her singing.

"You've been busy," he commented, examining Mikayla's new room. Calleigh had bought a crib, a changing table, a matching crib pink crib set, complete with wall hangings and a diaper stacker.

"Only thing I haven't done in here is paint," Calleigh admired her work for about the nine-hundreth time since she started on the room. "But, I thought I'd let you handle that," she said with a wink.

Horatio knelt down beside Mikayla. "What do you think, little one?" he asked gently. She squealed again, throwing her rattle onto the hardwood floor.

"I think she likes it," Horatio grinned.

"Well, I would certainly hope so," Calleigh teased, lifting the infant from the saucer. "She picked it out."

"You picked her up from school didn't you?" Horatio asked with a grin. "Just couldn't leave her there an entire day."

"No," she said defensively, fighting the grin tugging at her lips. "That's not what happened at all. I went to school to feed Mikayla her lunch, then I told her I was going shopping and well, she threw a fit."

"A four-month-old threw a fit?"

"Horatio it was horrible!" Calleigh drawled. "She cried and cried, and when I told her she could go too, she suddenly stopped. A woman after my own heart," she said dramatically, tickling Mikayla's belly.

Horatio laughed. "So, what's the damage?" he asked curiously.

"Really, not as bad as you think," she explained. "I called Lea, asked her to go over my list and there were a lot of Nicholas's things that he's outgrown that she said we could use, so I'll get those from Tim tomorrow." She handed him the thick stack of receipts.

Horatio examined them closely. "You've done well, this only looks like ten years worth of debt."

"I was thinking about nine, but your figure is probably more accurate," she answered playfully.

Horatio rolled his eyes. "What can I do to speed this re-decoration project along, my dear?"

Calleigh's face lit up. She was thrilled that he'd finally accepted Mikayla, and was interested in making her a part of their lives. "You can get your hammer and nails and help me hang the pictures."

"I'll be right back," he said with a nod.

They worked in comfortable silence, hanging pictures, arranging furniture, toys and clothes. Mikayla played in her exer-saucer, completely at-home and comfortable in her new surroundings with Calleigh and Horatio. "I called the lawyer," Horatio said sometime later.

"I'm glad," Calleigh responded. "It'll feel good to make this whole thing legal. Do you really think Michelle's going to prison for life?"

Horatio nodded. "Probably, especially if she refuses to give Lauren up."

"Well, Michelle wants to make sure that Mikayla knows her, and I guess that will mean taking her to the prison for visits every once in a while."

"I think that's fair," Horatio commented, "After all, Mikayla's going to have two mothers, and she needs to know both of them."

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" Calleigh asked again. "This whole thing happened so fast. A week ago, we didn't even know this little girl existed and today, we're re-focusing our entire lives to raise her."

Horatio sighed and took Calleigh into his arms. "If you're sure, then I'm sure. I promised I'd give you a baby," he laughed. "Course, I had no idea it'd be this soon."

"Oh, Horatio!" she exclaimed, giving him a tight hug. "I love you, and we're going to be so happy!"

TBC...

TBC...