1Chapter Ten

Tim groaned as he heard his cell phone ringing. He glanced at the clock and let out an even louder groan. Who was calling him at 2:45 in the morning?

"Speedle." he snapped.

"So you two got back together."

Tim quietly got out of bed, not wanting to wake Calleigh.

"Who is this?"

"You don't recognize the voice?"

"No. But it also may be the fact that you called me at quarter to three in the morning."

"He's pissed. I'm not supposed to say anything but watch out for Blondie."

There was a click and the line went dead. Tim stared at the phone in his hand.

"Baby?"

Tim glanced over at Calleigh, who opened her eyes sleepily.

"What are you doing?" she muttered, rubbing her eyes.

"Nothing... I called the lab for a minute." Tim lied.

"At three in the morning?"

"It was important."

"My husband the workaholic." Calleigh sighed, rolling over. Tim tossed his phone on the dresser and got back into bed, wrapping an arm around her protectively.

"I love you." he murmured, kissing her shoulder. Calleigh mumbled in agreement and Tim stayed awake the rest of the night, wondering what the hell was going on.

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

"Did you even sleep last night?" Calleigh asked as Tim pulled into CSI.

"A little." he yawned. He rubbed his eyes, bloodshot from no sleep.

"You look like you just pulled a double."

"I feel like I did too. I'm fine. Some coffee and I'll be good to go." Tim said, kissing her quickly. He saw the doubt in Calleigh's eyes. "Honestly."

"Whatever." she muttered, getting out of the car. Tim followed her and intertwined his fingers with hers. "What is with you today?"

"What? I can't be loving towards my wife?" he asked. Calleigh stared at him and shook her head.

"Oh-kay."

They walked into CSI, Tim not letting go of her hand for a second.

"Tim!" the receptionist called.

"What's up Danielle?" he asked, walking over.

"This came for you last night." she replied, handing over a manila envelope. Tim stared at it. All that was on it was his name.

"Who brought it in?" he asked.

"Some guy." Danielle replied. "If you want to know you'll have to ask Security."

Tim nodded.

"Thanks." he mumbled, walking into the break room. Calleigh stared at him.

"You okay?"

"I lied to you." Tim said suddenly.

"Huh?"

"I said I called the lab last night but I didn't. I got a call from someone. Really weird. Then just now Danielle handed me a envelope with my name on it and she doesn't know who brought it in."

Calleigh shrugged.

"Not a big deal." she said. "You want a coffee? Stupid question. Of course you do."

She shoved a cup into his hand, a dazed look still on his face.

"Well if you want to know what it is why don't you open it?"

"What if its anthrax or something?" Tim asked.

"Never mind." Calleigh said, trying to hide her smirk. "I still have to find this Adam Landon guy. I'll talk to you later."

Tim nodded and she kissed his cheek quickly.

"Hey babe?" Calleigh started as she was out the door. Tim made a noise to show he was listening as he stared at the envelope. "Don't blow up the lab when you open that."

"Very funny." he muttered. Once Calleigh was gone, Tim opened the envelope and saw it was not anthrax or a bomb but pictures and a note.

I see all.

Tim set the note aside and looked through the pictures. All of them were of Calleigh. Calleigh shopping, Calleigh at a crime scene, Calleigh at Starbucks, Calleigh kissing Tim, Calleigh talking with Eric...

"What the hell..." Tim mumbled, going through the pictures once more.

"Tim!"

He fell out of the chair and looked up at Valera as she appeared over him.

"I've been calling you for the past five minutes." she said. "I've got your DNA results from yesterday."

"What DNA results?"

"The one from the skin sample Calleigh found on the gun. You signed off on it so I'm giving them to you."

"Oh. Thanks." Tim muttered, taking the print out from her. He sat up, resting his elbows on his knees. "Adam Landon. He's on file?"

"DUI back in '92." Valera said. "Nothing big."

"Thanks Valera."

"No problem." she said, walking out. Tim pushed himself off the floor and ran down to Ballistics. Calleigh was in the back, shooting off a .22 caliber. Tim waited patiently for her to finish, which didn't take long.

"Hey. What's up?" she asked, turning around.

"Valera has your results from the DNA on the gun." Tim replied, handing her the print out. "DUI, don't think he's convicted of murder or anything."

"The guy is at a shootout and he's clean?" Calleigh asked.

"Yeah weird. Anyway... can you finish this case by yourself?" Tim asked.

"Why?"

"Something came up and I have to check it out."

"What?"

"A... something..." Tim trailed off, not wanting to worry her.

"Tim..." Calleigh started.

"Its just a case... same as any case we deal with." he said quickly. "See you later."

He kissed her forehead and practically ran out of there. Calleigh stood rooted to the spot. Something was up with him and she'd find out what.

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

"Hey! Haven't seen you up here in a long time."

Tim smirked.

"Yeah... listen Dave do you think I could have the tapes from last night?" he asked.

"You got a warrant?"

"Dave..."

"I'm kidding." the security guard smirked. "What for?"

"Case."

"What case?"

"When did you get so motherly?" Tim asked, leaning against the wall.

"Just curious."

"I'm looking for someone who came in last night with something for me with them." Tim answered. "Happy?"

"What did they bring?"

"Playboy. I want to thank my wonderful messenger boy."

Dave stared up at the CSI with wide eyes.

"Your wife is hot enough. You need that?"

"Dave, please?"

"Yeah I'm on it." he said, going through the tapes. Dave handed him the tapes.

"Here." he said.

"Thanks man."

"Anytime Speed."

Tim walked out of the room and down to the A/V lab.

"Hey Tyler." he said.

"Hey man." he muttered, his eyes focused on his lap. He moaned slightly.

"Ty? What the hell are you doing?" Tim asked.

"Huh? Oh... Gameboy. Addicted to Mortal Kombat."

"No cases huh?" Tim smirked. Tyler shook his head.

"What do you got?" he asked, pausing his game.

"I just need to use a VCR."

"Go ahead. Its accumulating dust." Tyler said. "What are you using them for?"

"I want to see who came in last night." Tim replied, settling back in a chair. Tyler nodded.

"Why?"

"I got a package this morning when I walked in and I wanted to see who delivered it."

"No return address?"

"Nope."

Tyler wheeled his chair over next to Tim, who glanced at the lab tech.

"Need company?"

"No Tyler that's okay. Play your game." Tim smirked. Tyler glared at him mockingly and returned to his game. Tim watched the tapes, not really knowing what he was looking for. Then one man, a baseball cap covering his eyes, walked up to the receptionist's desk. "Tyler..."

He looked up.

"What?"

"I need you to work right now."

"Yeah. What do you need?" Tyler asked. "You can't see his face."

"Magnify on the desk."

Tyler did that and Tim stared at the reflection.

"Can you darken the image so I get an exact ID?"

Tyler tried.

"I know him..." Tim muttered. He was staring into the eyes of Calleigh's shooter.

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

Tim stared at the computer screen. He was now in the print lab, waiting for the prints he lifted off the note and pictures to be identified. The computer beeped and he leaned forward in his chair.

"Adam Landon... Jesus Christ."