1Tim, Calleigh, and Eric worked in silence. It had been two months since the fiasco with Marty and things were normal. Or so the family thought.
"You know..." Tim started, bagging a knife. "I think Rachel should transfer from the publishing company to CSI. Then we'll be one big happy family solving crime together."
Eric chuckled.
"I don't think Rach would ever transfer from the publishing company." he said.
"She practically lives there." Calleigh smirked. She glanced at her watch. "I'm off."
"To see the wizard?" Eric teased.
"To see my children."
"Its three already?" Tim asked. Calleigh nodded, quickly kissing him.
"I'll see you guys later." she said.
"Bye Cal." Eric muttered, getting back to work. Tim glanced out the window and Calleigh followed his stare.
"What?"
"Get down."
"What?"
Tim pushed Calleigh down onto the floor and Eric, who was out of the way stared at them like they were crazy. Their wonders were quickly answered when they heard the sound of glass breaking. Eric pulled out his gun and Tim shook his head.
"Tim, get off me!" Calleigh hissed, trying to push him off her. Eric poked his head around the corner and shook it.
"No one's there."
"Will you get off me now?"
"Jeez baby. I just saved your life and you're yelling at me." Tim smirked, moving off her. Calleigh smiled slightly.
"Well thank you, my knight in shining armor." she teased, standing up. "I would like an explanation however next time."
Before Tim could reply, Eric's cell phone went off.
"Delko."
"Eric! Eric, you—"
"Rachel?"
Tim's ears perked up at the sound of his sister's name.
"Rach? Rachel?"
Tim grabbed the phone from his brother-in-law.
"Rachel? Rach, are you there?"
No one responded. Eric and Tim exchanged a look.
"Come on."
"Tim..." Calleigh started.
"Get the kids and go back to the house." he said. "Alright?"
Calleigh nodded.
-S/C-
Tim tried Rachel's cell phone again.
"Come on!" he growled, as her answering machine came on. "Rachel, its me. Call me okay? I'm worried about you."
"Try the house." Eric suggested. Tim nodded and dialed the familiar number.
"Hey its Eric and Rachel. We're not home..."
"Rachel come on!" Tim yelled, wondering if he should bash the phone against the dashboard. "Pick up the phone!"
"I don't think she's gonna be picking up the phone."
"Who the hell is this?"
"Your worst nightmare."
Then the phone went dead. Tim shook his head and snapped his phone shut. Eric looked worriedly at him.
"Drive faster."
-S/C-
Eric pulled into his parking lot and he and Tim raced up the apartment building. Eric fumbled with his keys, trying to find the right key for the lock. Tim pressed his hand against the door and it opened.
"No... Rachel!"
Eric paled quickly, seeing his apartment.
"Rachel!"
"Man, she's not here." Tim muttered, looking around the trashed living room. Chairs were upturned, the coffee table was broken, as if someone had landed on it. Books and papers were strewn across the floor. He pulled out his cell phone and called Calleigh.
"Yeah."
"You okay?"
"Yeah I'm fine. Why?"
"Nothing." Tim muttered. "Stay in the house alright?"
"Tim, what is it?"
"She's gone."
