1A/N: Okay I'm gonna be in Florida until the 23rd so I'll have the next set of chapters by the 24th.

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Chapter Six

Calleigh glanced at the clock and sighed as she grabbed the phone.

"Delko."

"Eric, its Calleigh."

"Hey. How're you doing?"

"Is Tim with you?"

Eric glanced around the lab.

"I don't see him. Why?"

"He's not here and I have no idea where he is."

"I don't know where... hold on."

Tim opened the door to the break room and grabbed a coffee. Eric pulled his cell phone away from his ear.

"Its Calleigh." he said, holding it out to his friend. Tim brushed pass him and Eric grabbed his wrist. "What happened?"

"Leave me alone." Tim muttered.

"Eric..."

They both looked at the cell phone in his hand, Calleigh's voice being heard.

"Eric, put him on the phone."

Eric looked up at Tim and he walked away.

"He's not here." he lied.

"Eric, I heard him!"

"I don't know what's going on with you two but he left."

"Never mind."

Eric snapped his phone shut and walked down towards Trace. Tim was sitting there, going over some files.

"Hey..."

"Do you have the DNA results from the Harrison case?" Tim asked, not looking up.

"They should be with Valera. What's up with you man?"

"Nothing. Can you go get them?"

"Speed..."

"Eric, I don't want to talk about it." he said.

"Did you guys get in a fight?"

"No. Well, sort of. I left before things could get out of hand." Tim said. "Its all we do now. Wake up, fight, go home, fight, sleep, fight, eat, fight."

"Man, she's upset over this whole thing."

"And you think I'm not?"

"You guys have waited so long to have kids and now she does get pregnant and miscarries? I understand what you guys are going through but you shouldn't be pushing each other away." Eric said. "I'm not taking Calleigh's side and I'm not taking yours."

"What gets me mad is she won't let me talk to her. She won't let me touch her. She won't let me do anything. If we do talk it'll turn into a screaming match. I left because I didn't want to start something." Tim said. "We can't do anything anymore without fighting. Its been like this for the past two weeks."

"I think you guys need to sit down and talk things over."

"I've tried Delko!" Tim exclaimed. "She'll go, 'oh I don't want to talk about it.' I don't know what to do anymore."

"Go home Tim. Go talk to her."

"I..."

"Listen to me. I know you're upset about the baby but you've pushed Calleigh away and she's become depressed and alone. She needs you."

Tim stared up at his best friend with astonished eyes. Eric Delko had never seemed... wise. Even though Delko had no idea what he was talking about since he had it backwards, but still it was wise...

"I guess you're right. Can you check all of this in for me?" Tim asked. Eric nodded and clapped him on the back.

"It'll be okay."

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Tim put his key in the door and stopped when he heard laughter coming from his apartment.

"God John you're so funny." the southern accent laughed.

"I'm telling the truth." a masculine voice said. Tim stood shocked for a few minutes as there was silence in the apartment. Why was John Hagen in his apartment?

"We shouldn't..."

"He's not going to find out."

There was more silence and Tim opened the door quietly and found Calleigh and Hagen in the kitchen; Calleigh was up against the counter and Hagen shielded her from view. The only reason Tim knew it was Calleigh Hagen was making out with in his kitchen was because he saw her wedding ring as her fingers ran through Hagen's hair. He tossed his keys on the table, making Hagen pull away from Calleigh, who looked away from Tim.

"Oh don't let me stop you." he said, looking unfazed. "Go on."

"Tim..." Calleigh started quietly.

"Really. Go on. If that's what you want go ahead. I'll go watch the game." he said, walking into the living room.

"Speedle," Hagen started.

"Go ahead Hagen." he said. "Honestly. Go back to making out with my wife, in my house."

Calleigh bit her lip and rested a hand on Hagen's shoulder.

"Leave, right now." she muttered and he let himself out of the apartment. Calleigh walked into the living room and Tim still looked calm and collected. "Tim..."

"I honestly don't give a shit."

"You don't understand."

"I don't seem to understand anything anymore."

Tim turned to Calleigh and she felt guilt wash over her when she saw the hurt look in his eyes.

"I came back here to say I was sorry." he said. "But obviously Hagen can give you something I can't."

"He was over here to comfort me, more than you ever did!" Calleigh spat.

"Calleigh these past two weeks all I've been trying to do is get you to open up and help you!" Tim exclaimed. "If Hagen shoving his tongue down your throat is what comforts you then fine!"

"That's not true and you know it!" she yelled. "These past two weeks have been hell for me!"

"What about me? You think I'm happy about all of this?"

They fought for a few more minutes, some crude words were exchanged.

"Obviously Hagen gives you something I don't since you already were with him once. Go back to him. Let him comfort you. I DON'T CARE!" Tim yelled.

"You know what just leave! Every time you come in here, you start with me and here,"

Calleigh chucked her wedding ring at Tim.

"I'll go back to John. At least he cares about me!"

Tim fought the urge to go and slap her down. He grabbed his keys and took his key off one of the rings.

"Here. I won't be coming back." he said, slamming it down on the counter then walked out of the apartment. 'What the hell am I doing? Frankly? I don't care.'