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 – Back to PG-13 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.

I'm trying to get this story wrapped up before the last two weeks of insane craziness before the wedding. I'd hate to leave you guys hanging for almost a month!

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"Why are you grinning like an idiot?" Calleigh asked Tim the next morning as he poured a cup of coffee.

He laughed and took a sip of the hot liquid. "Because I am a lucky man, Cal, I am a lucky, lucky man."

"Well, I could have told you that a long time ago!" she teased. "Care to tell me what's brought on this sudden revelation?"

"My beautiful wife is pregnant again," he explained. "And I'm convinced that, this time, we're going to have a girl."

"Well, well," Calleigh shook her head. "That's amazing! Lea didn't say anything when I talked to her yesterday. I guess you'll be needing all that stuff you were supposed to bring me today."

"Not for a while," he shook his head. "By the time our kid's ready for that stuff, Mikayla will have outgrown it. Speaking of Mikayla, what's happening with Michelle today?"

Calleigh sighed deeply. "She's working on a deal with the District Attorney. She's an accomplice, and the D.A. doesn't want to settle for anything less that Murder 1."

"I'm sorry, Cal," Tim placed a hand on her shoulder.

Calleigh shook her head. "I just don't understand it, Tim. Michelle didn't pull the trigger, Lauren did – we know that. Why won't Michelle help us find her? Would you take the rap all by yourself?"

"I'm not that close to my brother, so I can't answer that," Tim explained. "But if everything Michelle says is true, then I can understand why she's doing it."

"Yeah, I guess," Calleigh sighed. Her cell phone rang at her hip and she answered it. "Calleigh Caine."

Calleigh listened intently for a moment; then snapped the phone shut. "Horatio's got a location on Lauren," she stated plainly, taking Tim's mug away from him and pouring the contents down the sink.

"What...how?" Tim stammered.

"Phone tap on the Johansson's line. The maid answered and she was able to keep Lauren on the phone until the tracer came back," Calleigh explained as she made her way to the door.

Tim held it open for her; then followed her into the hallway. "Well, where is she?"

Calleigh laughed bitterly. "She's in Cabo San Lucas, just like we thought she'd be – in the same hotel Michelle had checked into."

"So, where exactly are we going?" Tim questioned as he nearly ran to keep up with Calleigh's pace.

"To talk to Michelle," Calleigh answered plainly.

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"We found Lauren, Michelle," Calleigh explained, sitting on a stool outside Michelle's holding cell.

Color drained from the younger woman's face and she sat down hard on her bed. "No," she stammered, "that's not possible."

"She called the house, Michelle," Tim said gently. "She was asking about you and the baby."

"You traced the call?" Michelle exclaimed.

"Of course we did, Michelle," Calleigh said softly, resting her hand on Michelle's leg through the bars. "Unfortunately for you, you're not dealing with a bunch of amateurs here."

"But, why can't you just leave her alone? I'm here, I confessed, I'm going to prison for the rest of my life! Why can't you people just be happy with that?" Michelle cried, resting her face in her hands.

"Because that wouldn't be right, Chelle," Chris Dougan said from behind them, startling them all. Chris bypassed Tim and Calleigh and knelt in front of Michelle's cell. Tim eyed Horatio curiously – the older man only shrugged, as if it were completely normal to let a visitor into the holding area.

"Chris," she sobbed, grasping him as best she could through the bars. "I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry. I never meant to involve you in this," she rambled. "I was desperate, and I knew they couldn't pin anything on you."

"It's okay," he soothed her, "I know, baby, I know."

"They're going to put Lauren away, Chris," Michelle continued to cry. "You have to stop them."

"I can't," he answered, stroking her hair with his fingertips, "You know I can't. Lauren did a terrible thing, and she's got to pay for it."

"But she did it for me," Michelle argued, her eyes pleading with Chris' for understanding. "She did it for me and Kayla."

"What do you mean she did it for Kayla?" Chris asked curiously, wiping the tears streaming from Michelle's eyes.

"My father," she choked on the words. "He touched..."

"Oh God," Chris sank back on his heels. "He touched Mikayla?"

"Yes," she nodded furiously, now oblivious to the three cops standing behind Chris. "Lauren saw it and she told me, and that's when we decided that he had to die. There was no stopping him, Chris, he was evil."

"So, Lauren killed him?"

"Yes, but that's not what was supposed to happen. I was going to leave for Mexico, then come back, just like I did. Lauren was supposed to have Kayla and my mother out of the house, but..."

"Mikayla came down with the ear infection," Calleigh stated.

Michelle stared up at Calleigh, her blue eyes wide with fear. "Yes," she nodded. "Kayla had fallen asleep, and my mother refused to go out while she was asleep. Lauren tried calling my cell phone, but I had it off."

"Then what happened?" Calleigh asked.

"I came in, found my father in his study. I pulled the gun and I yelled at him, told him everything I thought of him. But, when it came right down to it, I couldn't pull the trigger," she sobbed.

"And Lauren finished the job for you?" Tim asked.

"Yes," she nodded. "She heard us arguing and came down the back stairs. My father had pushed past me and was headed upstairs. Lauren took the gun away from me and shot him."

"But why kill your mother, too?" Calleigh asked gently.

"She knew," Michelle spat out bitterly, as if the words were poison on her lips. "All those years, she knew. And she did nothing to stop him...but we did."

The three detectives stared at one another. "Who killed your mother, Michelle?" Tim finally choked out.

"I did," she said eerily. "I killed her."

"Are you sure?" Chris demanded. "You said that Lauren killed them both."

"I lied," she answered, her eyes void of emotion. "I killed that bitch."

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"I think she's lying," Calleigh paced the floor of Horatio's office. "I think she's lying to keep Lauren from being charged with two counts of first-degree murder."

"I agree," Tim stated, following Calleigh's path across Horatio's office with his eyes.

Horatio nodded. "Me too, but we can't prove it. Michelle's prints are on the gun, along with Lauren's. We can't really prove who shot who."

"There's got to be something we can do, Horatio," Calleigh exclaimed, collapsing onto the couch. "Some way to prove it."

"We don't know what she was wearing that night, or we could test her clothes," Tim said.

"And, if she touched the gun after it was fired, she would have had GSR on her hands, even if she hadn't fired it," Horatio explained.

"So, what do we do?" Calleigh demanded. "Wait until Lauren gets here for her version of the story?"

"Yes," both men answered weakly. "That's all we can do, Cal," Horatio added gently.

"No, it's not!" Calleigh exclaimed, rising from the couch and storming out of Horatio's office.

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Tim pulled his truck into the garage and lowered the door behind him. He stepped into the kitchen and placed his keys on the baker's rack. "I'm home," he called out, waiting for a reply.

"In here," Leanna beckoned from the living room. Nicholas was sitting contentedly in her lap, reading a book. Tim knelt down beside them and examined the small, hardbound book. "I'm The Big Brother," he read the title. "I don't remember this being on your Book of the Month reading list, Lea," he teased.

"Shut up and kiss me," she demanded playfully. He was only too happy to oblige, closing his eyes and letting his lips linger on hers. "I love you," he sighed against her mouth.

"I love you, too," she said happily. "Now watch this." She pointed at Tim, then asked Nicholas, "Nick, who's that?"

"Dadda," the little boy said happily, reaching out for Tim.

Tim took his son into his arms and stared at him with wide-eyed amazement. Leanna laughed happily, resting back in the recliner.

"He's been doing that ever since we got home this afternoon," she explained. "We walked down the hall past our family picture, and he said 'Dadda'. We came in here and I pointed at the T.V., asking him whose it was, and he said 'Dadda'. I'm telling you, Tim, the kid's a genius," she said proudly.

"Well, he obviously gets that from you," Tim grinned, kissing Nicholas on the forehead. "Can you say Momma?" he asked.

Nicholas laughed and threw his body back, his father catching him just in time. "Say, Momma," Tim requested again.

Nicholas shook his head and pointed at Leanna. "Oh, give it up, honey," she said, "They always say Dadda first. I can live with it."

"DADDA!" Nicholas exclaimed again, obviously quite pleased with himself.

Tim cradled Nicholas tightly, swinging him gently and pressing kisses to the boy's ebony curls. "I don't think I'll ever get tired of hearing that," Tim said.

"I'll remind you of that when he starts screaming 'Dadda' at three in the morning, instead of just screaming," Leanna winked.

"Dadda!" Nicholas said again, laughing brightly. He started to jump up and down in Tim's arms. "Dadda, Dadda, Dadda!"

"Maybe I spoke too soon," Tim said, following Leanna into the kitchen with Nicholas still jumping in his arms. "Dude, I'm gonna drop you if you don't stop," he warned.

"Dadda!" Nicholas repeated.

"Got that word down cold, Sport, let's try another one."

"Tim, he's not going to say Momma yet, get over it," Leanna teased, stirring the pot of spaghetti sauce.

He rolled his eyes at his wife. "You think you know me so well, don't you?" He held Nicholas up in front of him. "Son, say beer."

"NOT funny!" Leanna exclaimed, tossing a wadded up towel at Tim. Nicholas laughed, but wouldn't say anything.

Tim opened the refrigerator and took out a cold can. "Beer," he said again. Nicholas laughed and reached for the can.

"You are officially a bad influence," Leanna frowned, rescuing her son from her husband. "Can we change the subject? What's new with the case?"

Tim shrugged. "Hell, I don't know. This damn case has more twists than a freakin' roller coaster. Now, Michelle's confessed to murdering the mother."

"Why would she do that?" Leanna asked curiously, scooping a tiny bit of sauce onto a spoon and holding it out for Tim to taste.

"Needs more oregano," he told her. "Well, we found Lauren in Cabo. Mexican authorities arrested her and she's being extradited to the States. We think Michelle's trying to keep Lauren from being charged with two counts of murder."

"Wow," Leanna shook her head. "I've heard of twins being exceptionally close, but this is insane."

"You're telling me," Tim agreed, popping open the beer he'd taken from the refrigerator.

"Can you prove Michelle's lying?" Leanna asked.

"Not forensically," he explained, shaking his head. "And Calleigh's up to something, I just don't know what," he frowned.

TBC....