1A/N: Chapter is... about a year later.
-S/C-
Tim collapsed into a chair next to his brother-in-law.
"You alright?"
Eric nodded.
"Your parents..."
"One of a kind." Tim smirked.
"I thought your father was going to kill me." Eric said.
"Calleigh's dad did the same to me. But he threw up the fact that I deserted her for five years and left her to raise a child on her own." Tim shrugged. "All in the past. My dad likes you though. Says you're a good Catholic boy, unlike me."
Eric laughed lightly.
"What do you think they're talking about?" he asked, nodding at Rachel, Calleigh, and Elizabeth, Tim and Rachel's mother, across the room.
"Probably planning the nursery for your first kid." Tim replied, causing Eric to choke on the beer he had just picked up. Tim gave his brother-in-law a few good whacks on the back and he glared at him. "Hey now you're going to be over every night. My wife and your wife will be sharing gossip."
"Jesus... our wives... remember when we were young..."
"Are you saying we're old?" Tim interrupted.
"I'm not. You are. Man, you're gonna be 40 in two weeks."
"Don't remind me."
"But anyway... and we'd hang out at the clubs and say we're never getting married." Eric said.
"And Eric?"
"What?"
"You're getting up there too."
"Shut up."
"What are my two favorite guys talking about?" Rachel asked, sitting between them.
"How old we are." Eric smirked.
"And I'm the youngest." Rachel teased. "36. How old are you again Timmy? 100?"
"Very funny. I'm not old!"
"Of course you're not. You were just complaining about how your back was hurting you."
Tim glared at his sister. She smiled back.
"That's cause Nicky jumped on my back." he defended.
"Right... come on. I want to dance with you." Rachel said, grabbing his hand. Tim started to complain. "Too old?"
Tim allowed himself to be pulled out of his chair. He wouldn't let his little sister make fun of him in front of everyone.
"Tough luck man." Eric smirked. Rachel led Tim out onto the dance floor and as they were dancing Tim noticed someone that wasn't there before.
"Who's that?" he asked. Rachel lifted her head off his shoulder and looked around.
"Who?"
"That guy..."
"What guy? Tim, shut up!"
"I'm serious!" he exclaimed. "Look, right there."
Rachel followed her brother's stare and confusion washed over her.
"I have no idea. There are other weddings going on tonight. Maybe he's from one of them." she said.
"Yeah well... I'll lead him back to the right place." Tim muttered. "Eric!"
His head snapped up and followed Tim out of the room, towards the 'spy'.
"Oh you two are so stupid." Rachel muttered, joining her mother again.
"Hey!"
The guy looked up and his eyes widened when he saw Tim and Eric advancing on him. He started to run towards a staircase and Tim chased after him, Eric on his heels. The guy tripped on the last stair, making Tim trip over him and skid across the marble floor. Eric was smart and stopped a few stairs behind. But when the guy started to run again, he grabbed him by the arm.
"Alright, what were you doing?" Tim asked, wiping the blood off his lip.
"Got lost..."
"Right. Like I'm believing that." Tim grabbed a camera out of the guy's jacket. "What's your name?"
"Marty."
"Marty what?" Eric asked. They got a good look at Marty and saw he was young, just out of college probably.
"McFly?" Tim smirked. "Who hired you?"
"I'm not talking."
"Great. Well stalking's a federal offense. Why don't I take you downtown to the station and you can talk there. So we're gonna give you one more chance. Who hired you?"
"I don't know." Marty mumbled.
"What do you mean you don't know?" Eric asked.
"I don't know. He told me to go to the wedding."
"Who's he?"
"The guy that hired me! I only heard his voice."
"You don't get paid?"
"I do but the money gets transferred right to my account." Marty said.
"Is this the first time you've watched us?" Eric asked.
"Us? No. Her. Your girl."
"You've watched Rachel?" Tim asked, tightening his hold on Marty. He nodded. "How does your boss get the pictures?"
"I take them to the 1 hour photo. I put them under a certain name and then he goes and gets them." Marty said.
"Well I guess he's not getting these." Tim said. "Look you're gonna leave and you're gonna stop following my sister. Got it? Or else, you're gonna have me to deal with."
Marty nodded and the CSIs let go of him and he ran out of the reception hall.
"Think that was a wise thing to do?" Eric asked.
"He ain't coming back." Tim replied, pocketing the camera.
