1Chapter Eight
Calleigh glanced up when she heard someone walk into Ballistics.
"Hey."
"Hey."
Tim stepped closer to her, his left arm in a sling.
"How's your arm?" Calleigh asked.
"Fine. How is everything going?" Tim replied.
"Good. I found one of the guns and matched the bullet they pulled out of Horatio to it. I'm running the serial number now."
"Oh. Cal, listen..."
The computer beeped, startling the both of them.
"Gun belongs to a Adam Landon." Calleigh said. "You want to come along?"
"Yeah, sure." Tim said.
"I'll drive."
"Okay."
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"How'd you get here from the hospital?" Calleigh asked as they drove.
"Delko was waiting about Horatio and he said he'd drop me off then go back." Tim replied.
"How is he?"
"He's gonna be okay they said."
"That's good." Calleigh mumbled.
"Calleigh, I'm... I'm sorry." Tim said, looking out the window.
"I heard Tripp over the radio and all I could think about was you, even though I was so pissed off." she said quietly. Tim glanced over at her and saw a tear roll down her cheek. "I never meant to.. Hagen came by to drop something off. I threw it out without looking at it. He saw how upset I was and we started talking. It seemed like the old times and he kissed me. For a second I thought it was getting back at you and then I realized that it was wrong. I tried to stop---- "
"Honey you don't have to be sorry."
"Yes I do. This all started because of that case... if I wasn't so stupid and told you to help me into the attic we would've seen that guy come into the room."
"What would we have done?" Tim asked. "He would've come in anyway and we wouldn't have been able to do anything. I feel responsible for all of this."
"Why? You weren't the one that got shot!"
"Exactly! I should've protected you." Tim said.
"Its just... oh God I don't know why I'm crying." Calleigh laughed, wiping her eyes. "I... I just feel bad about everything."
"Why? You didn't do anything."
"Yes I did! I kissed Hagen."
"I should've given you a chance to explain not freak out on you like I did." Tim said. "Calleigh, please don't blame yourself..."
"I should've told you about the baby." she mumbled. Tim stared at her. "You were right you know."
"About what?"
"That I'm self-absorbed." Calleigh said, pulling into an apartment complex. "We'll talk later."
Tim nodded and they got out of the car and walked up to apartment 8C. Calleigh knocked on the door and they waited patiently for someone to open the door. A short brunette opened the door finally and looked at the couple.
"Can I help you?" she asked.
"I'm Calleigh Duquesne with the Miami-Dade Crime Lab. This is Tim Speedle. Is Adam Landon here?"
"A-Adam? No. I'm sorry."
"Do you know when he'll be back?" Tim asked.
"No. He's away on a business trip."
"May I ask your name?"
"Gina... Gina Landon. Adam is my husband."
Calleigh and Tim glanced at each other.
"Mrs. Landon may we come in?" Calleigh asked.
"I'm sorry no. I'm in the middle of renovating the place."
"Can you step outside?" Tim asked.
"I think you should leave." Gina replied, shutting the door.
"Well that went well."
Calleigh smacked him lightly in the chest.
"Hey I am injured." Tim said. "Be happy I'm helping."
"I should really get you home." Calleigh said. "Come on."
"We have to make a quick stop at the lab first."
"Okay."
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Tim led Calleigh down the hallway to Horatio's office.
"Why are we here?" she asked.
"Getting something." Tim replied, going towards the desk. He went through a few drawers before he saw it. "I think... this belongs to you."
Calleigh smiled as Tim slipped her wedding ring back onto her finger.
"I'm sorry." he said.