1A/N: Chapter is two years later

Chapter Three

Calleigh smiled feeling Tim's arms go around her waist.

"I'm trying to work here."

"I'm not stopping you."

"You're a distraction."

"You distract me all the time. Time to turn the tables." Tim muttered, kissing Calleigh's neck. She let out a quiet moan and pulled away from him.

"Can you hand me that gun?"

"Which one?" Tim asked, staring at the wall filled with guns.

"Second on the bottom right." Calleigh replied. Tim retrieved it and handed his wife her prized possession. "Thanks."

Tim stood back as Calleigh started firing off the gun.

"You know I love watching you shoot." he said after she finished.

"Why?" Calleigh asked.

"Something about it turns me on. I like a woman that can fend for herself." Tim replied, kissing her quickly. "Anyway... Are you done on this case?"

"Yeah."

"Okay cause H just assigned me a new case and he said I could take you with me."

"What kind of case?"

"Shooting. Lots of casings."

"Yay. I'm coming." Calleigh smirked, following her husband out of Ballistics.

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"Hagen."

"Speedle." he muttered. "Man was found dead in his bedroom, no evidence of a break in. Obviously he knew his shooter."

Calleigh glanced around.

"Shooter?" she asked. "Where's my gun?"

"I don't know." Hagen snapped. "I'll be outside interviewing."

"Good." Tim muttered under his breath, earning a whack from Calleigh. Hagen walked out of the bedroom, leaving the couple to themselves.

"You're just as bad as he is." she said. Tim shrugged.

"I'm the one married to you. That's all I care about." he said. "Okay so we have a dead body but no evidence."

"You said there were a lot of casings. I don't like a husband that lies." Calleigh said.

"I didn't lie. You... misunderstood me." Tim smirked. "Check everywhere. They could be hiding."

They worked in silence for a few minutes.

"Hand me an envelope." Calleigh said, holding out her tweezers. Tim opened one for her and she dropped a hair in. "Valera will confirm it."

"Yeah."

They both looked up when they heard a loud thump.

"Could be a dog." Tim suggested, turning back to the bed. "Don't go reaching for that gun."

"I thought you liked seeing me shoot." Calleigh smirked. Tim made a face though she couldn't see it. "Hmm?"

Calleigh stepped into the closet.

"You know..." she started. "Remember that case with the little girl that got kidnapped?"

"Be more specific." Tim said.

"Las Vegas?"

"Oh... them. Go on."

"I remember talking to the woman... Catherine?"

"Yeah..."

"She said they had a case a few weeks before the kidnapping. A woman was barricaded in her home. Her cable guy was in her attic. Make a long story short the guy was obsessed with Catherine's colleague."

"Warrick?"

"No. I forget his name."

"So you're saying that thump we heard was someone in the attic." Tim said.

"There is an attic in here..." Calleigh said, trailing off. "Can you give me a boost?"

"Calleigh..."

"There's nothing up there." she said. "Maybe some guns... but no people."

"Well I'm coming up with you then." Tim said, helping her up. "Jeez Calleigh do you have to wear heels?"

"Yes then I'm too short."

"I told you you're not short. Hurry up they're killing me!"

Calleigh snickered.

"They're killing you? They're killing me."

"You're not the one with the heels digging into your shoulders." Tim said, gritting his teeth. "And have you gained weight?"

Calleigh dug her heel deeper into his shoulder.

"I was kidding." Tim gasped. Calleigh hoisted herself up into the attic and shook her head.

"Nothing here." she called down. Tim pulled her down and settled her on the floor. "So that was just a waste of time. They walked out of the closet and Tim stopped Calleigh by flinging his arm out. In front of them was... their alleged killer, with a gun in his hand. Calleigh reached for her own gun behind Tim.

"Don't think about." the killer said. "I told him not to call the cops..."

"We're not the cops." Tim said. "We only analyze the scene. Why don't you put the gun down?"

"Why don't you bring Blondie over to me?"

"Leave her out of this." Tim growled, pulling his gun out. "Drop it."

"Tim..." Calleigh started.

"Drop your gun." the killer said, his hands shaking. "NOW!"

When Tim didn't move, the killer shot at Calleigh. She let out a anguished cry as she crumpled to the ground. Tim turned to help Calleigh and the killer ran out of the room.

"No! Calleigh..."

Tim grabbed his cell phone and radioed for back-up and an ambulance.