1Chapter Eleven

Tim rushed into the Ballistics lab to find it empty. Pulling out his cell phone, Tim walked towards the elevator and dialed Calleigh's cell phone.

"Calleigh Speedle."

"Where are you?"

"Nice way to greet me."

"I'm sorry but this is important."

"I'm on my way to interrogate Landon."

"Where are you exactly?"

"Outside of Seven Eleven on 35."

"Stay there!"

"Tim, what's going on?"

"Calleigh, he's stalking you."

"What?"

"He's your shooter. He's the one that shot Horatio, why? I have no idea. That envelope had a note saying 'I see all' and pictures of you, in every possible way. He's not on a friggin business trip! I found his prints on the pictures and I checked last night's security tapes. He's on there, delivering the envelope."

"Tim..."

"Calleigh, I'm not kidding around. Just stay there or even better come back to the lab."

"I have to do my job."

"Honey, please... I'm begging you."

"No one is stalking me."

"Calleigh listen to me!" Tim yelled, making a few lab techs stare at him. "Get back to work."

"Thank you."

"Not you! Calleigh, he's around somewhere. Come back to the lab."

"Why would he want to stalk me?"

"I have no idea. Just get back here please."

"Right. Okay."

"Thank you."

"I'll see you in a few minutes." Calleigh said and hung up. Tim snapped his cell phone shut and walked out into the lobby. Calleigh walked in ten minutes later. "Okay now explain to me why this man, who's never met me in his life, would want to stalk me."

"I don't know but he is. Come on." Tim said, taking her hand. He led her into the A/V lab and showed her the tape.

"One thing..." Calleigh said, shaken by it all. "He's not the murderer."

"Who's murderer?" Tim asked.

"The... crime scene we were at when I got shot. He's not the murderer." Calleigh said.

"He's not."

"Then how did Landon get into the crime scene?"

"The only other person that was there was the patrol." Tim said.

"And Hagen..." Calleigh muttered. "He went outside, remember?"

Tim was already out of the room.

"Tim! Tim, where are you going?"

"Homicide."

"Where's Hagen?" Tim asked, stopping Tripp.

"You didn't hear?" he asked.

"Hear what?"

"Hagen left. Just cleaned off his desk, handed in his badge and gun and left." Tripp replied. Tim walked towards Hagen's desk and sure enough it was cleared off.

"No notice? Just left?" he asked. Tripp nodded.

"Said something about Adam ratting him out."

"Adam?" Tim asked, looking up.

"Have no clue who he was talking about but yeah." Tripp replied. He got confused when realization dawned on Tim's face. "Speed?"

"Wasn't Landon... it was Hagen..." he said, smirking slightly. "Any way of tracking him down?"

"Don't know where he went. This was last night. Why?"

"Nothing." Tim muttered. "He had this all planned out. From the second Calleigh left him at the altar."

"Speedle what the hell are you mumbling about?"

"Its fine. He left." he replied, walking away. "Oh. Go to Adam Landon's apartment. He's under arrest for the attempted murder of me and Horatio."

"Speedle."

"Its Tripp. I went to your guy's house. Its empty."

"Empty?"

"Yeah. Place is cleared. No one living there."

"That's not possible."

"Well it is because no one is there. The place is empty. He's gone. Do you know anything about him?"

"No so I can't put an APB out on him."

"Sorry Speed."

"Yeah, me too." he sighed and snapped his phone shut.

"Well?" Calleigh asked.

"He's gone."

"Then we shouldn't have anything to worry about."

"Yeah. I guess." Tim muttered. "Come on, let's go home."