1Tim rubbed his eyes as he scanned another page of addresses. His hand seemed to be glued to the mouse. Calleigh walked in and sat down next to him, slipping an arm around his waist.
"How's it goin'?"
"Terribly." Tim muttered. "Cal?"
"Mmm?"
"What if... what if he hurts her?"
Calleigh looked at him and saw the fear in his eyes.
"Oh Tim..." she said softly. "Honey, I don't know."
He sighed and stared at the moving screen again. He laughed quietly.
"What?"
"I remember when she was born." Tim muttered, his voice cracking. Calleigh rubbed his back soothingly. "I was four. I thought she was the greatest thing in the world. I remember I told my mother that I wouldn't ever let anything happen to her."
He suddenly stood up and walked out of the room. Calleigh sighed, swallowing her own tears and slid into her husband's spot, going over the addresses.
S/C-
Calleigh rushed into Ballistics and saw Tim in the back near the firing range. He had now picked up Calleigh's habit of shooting a gun while in distress.
"Tim!"
He turned and saw her, waving a paper.
"You got it?" he asked. Calleigh nodded.
"I don't know if he's ther..." Tim wrenched the paper out of her hands and walked out. Pulling out his cell phone, Tim dialed Eric's number.
"Delko."
Tim sighed inwardly at the sound of his brother-in-law's voice. He sounded terrible.
"Calleigh found the address."
"I'll meet you in the parking lot in five."
S/C-
Tim stared at the apartment building before him.
"How do you want to do this?"
"Run in, kill him, take Rach."
"Yeah. Okay." Tim muttered disbelievingly, pulling out his Nextel. As much as he would love to do that, he knew it wasn't going to happen. "Tripp, its Speedle... yeah I need back up at 1123 Jackson Street, Apartment 22A. But stay back. If I need you I'll call. The point of calling you is I don't know if the guy is even here and if he is I could take him on but it depends."
He snapped his phone shut and clipped it back to his hip.
"Ready?"
"As I'll ever be." Eric muttered and they started for the elevator. When they got off at Marques' floor, they stared at the door at the end of the hallway. "Do you um... think that... he uh..."
"Killed her? No. If he kills her it will be in front of us, like we did to Tony. We killed him in front of Jackson, someone that obviously cared about him." Tim said, standing on one side of the door. He brought his fist out and banged slightly.
"Tim..."
"Miami Dade Police!"
"Tim..."
"What?"
"We've got company." Eric muttered, nodding over his shoulder. Tim glanced and smiled at the older woman.
"Hi."
"What's going on? What did Danny do?" she asked.
"Ma'am what's your name?" Tim asked.
"Marian. What did Danny do? He's a good boy. He food shops for me, you know."
"That's very nice Marian." Tim muttered. He silently added, 'I'm surprised you're not dead yet.' "Do you know if Danny is home?"
"No. I haven't seen him in a few days. But he left an address for me."
Tim and Eric's faces lit up.
"Who are you?" Marian asked.
"I'm Detective Speedle and this is Detective Delko, we're with the Miami-Dade Crime Lab."
"Crime lab?"
"We're investigating an abduction." Tim lied. "Can we please have that address?"
Marian stared at them.
"Marian, listen." Tim said, losing his patience. "The woman he's got is my little sister. This is my brother-in-law."
He pointed at Eric over his shoulder.
"If she ends up dying you'll be an accessory for murder and right now you're compromising our case for not helping."
"Stay right there." she muttered, shuffling back into her house.
"Wow." Eric mumbled, amazed. "You really get into specifics don't you?"
"Right now? I don't really care." Tim said as Marian walked back out, a paper in her hands. "Thank you very much."
