1A/N: Okay in the beginning of the story I say it's A/U. Its very A/U! But right now its pre-Lost Son. Things are going to happen.

Chapter Seven

Horatio walked into CSI the next morning and was surprised to find Tim asleep on the couch in the break room.

"Speed?"

Tim woke up slowly and when he saw Horatio he sat up straight.

"Horatio... hey." he muttered, rubbing his eyes.

"Did you work all night?" Horatio asked. Tim nodded.

"I was attached to my case." he replied.

"Should you call Calleigh and tell her you're all right?"

Horatio saw Tim's jaw clench at the mention of Calleigh.

"No. Not like she cares." Tim said, standing up. He went into his pocket and smiled slightly. "Maybe you'll find someone to give this to."

He tossed Calleigh's ring at Horatio and he caught it.

"What's going on with you guys?" he asked, looking down at the diamond ring.

"We split." Tim said simply, walking towards the door.

"Tim, hang on a second." Horatio called. "Come into my office."

"Horatio, don't try and spread your wisdom shit to me. Right now I don't give a damn." he said. "I gotta work."

"Speed..."

"Horatio, please." he pleaded, not looking at him. "I found her and Hagen together."

"Calleigh and Hagen?" Horatio asked, shocked.

"Yeah. We got in a big fight and she threw her ring at me and told me to get out. I wound up here." Tim said. "End of story."

"I think you should talk to her. Last night things got out of hand."

"Horatio... its not gonna work. Delko said the same thing and look where I am now." Tim said.

----S/C----

A FEW WEEKS LATER

"You used my crime light!" Calleigh yelled, storming into the room. Eric and Tim looked at each other and then at the fuming blonde.

"I did but I put it back." Tim said. "Jesus Calleigh calm down."

"Don't you tell me to calm down Speedle! I was at the crime scene and it flatlined on me!" she yelled.

"You can take mine." he offered.

"I am." Calleigh spat, walking out.

"I see you still haven't made up." Eric commented.

"Delko, if we had made up would I still be living with you?" Tim asked.

"I figured you liked living with me." he smirked.

"Oh yeah. I rather live with you than my wife any day." Tim said sarcastically.

"You know what it is? You both are too stubborn to admit you were wrong. She's got that southern way about her and you just have a damn stubborn streak!" Eric said. Tim nodded.

"Right okay."

-----S/C-----

"When are you and Calleigh gonna talk things over?" Horatio asked as they drove over to the jewelry store.

"I don't know." Tim replied. "Can we just focus on the case?"

"Tim, forget the case for a second. You have to tell her you're sorry."

"Sorry for what? I didn't do anything."

"Speed just promise me you'll tell her." Horatio said. Tim nodded.

"Okay." he muttered. They walked into the jewelry store and a shootout began. Horatio realized Tim hadn't clean his gun again.

"Speed.."

He glanced down at his gun and Horatio shoved him out of the way as one of the shooters shot him.

"H!" Tim yelled, scrambling to stand up. He picked up Horatio's gun and fired a few shots at the remaining shooters. The last shooter fired a shot at Tim and he ducked, the bullet ripping through his shoulder. He couldn't think about himself right now, not when Horatio was dying a few feet away. Tim shot his last bullet and missed as the shooter ran out of the store. "Shit."

He grabbed his walkie-talkie.

"This is Tim Speedle with CSI. I've got an officer down at the jewelry store on 5th and Galewood."

-----S/C-----

Calleigh stared at her left hand, missing her wedding ring.

"CSI this is Detective Tripp."

Calleigh glanced at her walkie-talkie that laid on the break room table.

"I need you over at the jewelry store on 5th and Galewood ASAP."

Jewelry store? Calleigh felt dizzy for a second. Wasn't that where Tim was going with Horatio? Or so she had heard? Not stopping for a second, she grabbed her keys and ran out of CSI.

----S/C-----

Calleigh moaned as she saw the cluster of ambulances and police cruisers around the jewelry store.

'Please let them be okay.' she prayed silently, finding somewhere to park. Calleigh ran a patrol officer over as she ran into the jewelry store.

"Sorry!" she called. "Frank!"

Tripp turned around, a grim expression on his face.

"Hi Calleigh." he said.

"Where's Tim?" she asked. "Where's Horatio? What happened?"

"A shootout started. Horatio got shot. They just took him to the hospital. Tim is over there, getting checked out." Tripp replied.

"Is... Is Horatio gonna be okay?" Calleigh asked.

"They don't know."

Calleigh sighed.

"I need you or Delko over here, dusting for prints and stuff like that. One of the shooters got away." Tripp said. "Go check on Speedle first."

'Does he even want me over there?' Calleigh wondered, walking towards the ambulance.

"Jesus Christ! That stings!"

Calleigh smiled, hearing Tim's complaints.

"Sorry Detective but we've got to check it out. You need to get to the hospital."

"I don't need to go to the hospital." Tim snapped.

"Yeah you do. You're gonna get an infection if you don't." the paramedic said. "Maybe your wife can talk some sense into you."

Tim's head snapped up and saw Calleigh lingering a few feet away. She sighed and walked over. Tim stared at her for a couple of seconds before talking.

"How's H?" he asked.

"They don't know if he's gonna make it." Calleigh replied, tears stinging her eyes. Tim sighed deeply. "Are you okay?"

"Beside my arm... yeah." he muttered. 'Not my broken heart though...'

(Aww...)

'Here goes my stubborn streak.' Tim thought.

"I'll see you back at the lab." he said. Calleigh opened her mouth to say something but the paramedics came back.

"You can follow us." one said. Calleigh looked at Tim, who looked away.

"I'll meet up with him later." she replied and walked away.