1Tim grabbed his cell phone and dialed his brother's number.
"Better be a good reason why you're callin'." Matt mumbled, his voice laced with sleep.
"You take my advice?"
"Yeah, no one's watching me Tim. Its okay. Besides I'm gonna be in Miami tomorrow."
Tim groaned, remembering what the next few days were going to bring.
"Just Matty..."
"Dude, I'm 27. I'm not stupid and stop beating yourself up over this."
"Matt you don't understand." Tim muttered, staring out the window. He glanced over his shoulder and saw Calleigh was still asleep. "I was only a few feet away from her."
"Tim, no one blames you."
"Mom will."
"No she won't. Yeah she's upset. We all are but we're not going to burn you at the stake. How's Eric doing?"
"How do you think he's doing?"
"Good point."
"How are you taking this so casually?"
"Well for one, I'm not blaming myself for her death. You need to get past that. Secondly... I don't know. I'm not an emotional kind of guy. You know that." Matt said, yawning. He got out of bed and walked over to the window, not knowing his brother was in the same stance a few thousand miles away. "Don't think I'm being an ass Tim. I'm really hurt by all of this."
"I'm not thinking that."
Matt made a small noise of appreciation and frowned as he looked out the window.
"You still there?"
"Huh? Yeah..."
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Just some new people moved in downstairs."
"New people?"
Matt mentally smacked himself.
"Yeah two old ladies." he lied. "Don't think they're a major threat man."
But his eyes were still focused on the black Mercedes parked on the other side of the street. The window rolled down and Matt squinted to get a better look at the driver. Tim was beginning to rub off on him. CSI was on the brain.
"Look I gotta go. Katie's crying and I don't want Calleigh to wake up. God knows she hasn't gotten any sleep because of me."
"Yeah. Tell Calleigh I said hi."
"I will. Matt..."
"Tim, stop!" he grumbled. The driver had now gotten out of the Mercedes and was proceeding to cross the street to Matt's apartment complex. 'He's visiting someone. Yeah me. Planning my demise as I speak.'
"Alright. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Yep. Bye."
"Bye." Tim snapped his cell phone closed and headed out of the room to calm his daughter down. Matt set the cordless phone back onto the night stand and walked into the kitchen to get a drink. His eyes wandered to the baseball bat sitting next to the door. Tim had gotten him paranoid, he wasn't going to deny it. First there was the Donatellis and Tim going into the Witness Protection Program. Then he and Nicky and Calleigh get kidnapped by Marques. Now Marques's brother was killing off Speedles? 'Well,' Matt thought. 'He's not getting me.' He grabbed the baseball bat and walked back into his bedroom with it, thinking about his killer swing.
S/C-
Calleigh buried her head in her pillow, pleading silently that Tim would pick the phone up. When he didn't pick up and the phone was still ringing, Calleigh grabbed it.
"Hello?"
"Is Tim Speedle there?"
"Hold on a minute." Calleigh yawned. "Excuse me."
"Its okay."
Calleigh got out of bed and quickly scanned the house.
"I'm sorry. He's not here. May I ask who's calling?"
"This is Catherine Willows from the Las Vegas Crime Lab."
"Oh Catherine! Its Calleigh Duquesne."
"Hi! I didn't realize it was you. Did I call the wrong number?"
Calleigh laughed.
"No. Tim's my husband now."
"Oh." Catherine laughed. "Well that's great. I'm afraid however I'm not calling on good terms..."
S/C-
Tim sighed and walked over to the gate Matt was supposed to be coming in from.
"Hi. Could you help me with something?" he asked. The flight attendant looked up and smiled.
"What do you need help with?"
"Did Flight 253 from Las Vegas come in yet?"
The flight attendant nodded.
"I just came in on that flight. Are you looking for someone?"
"Yeah. My brother..." Tim trailed off.
"Well wait until the crowd thins out. Maybe you'll find him. Or maybe he's one of those guys that miss their flights."
"I doubt it. Thanks."
S/C-
Tim trudged back into his house and saw Calleigh, Eric, and his parents sitting at the kitchen table.
"Please tell me he's here."
Everyone looked at Calleigh and she sighed.
"Catherine Willows from the Las Vegas Crime Lab called this morning. Matt's missing."
"How could this happen?" Maria asked. "Tim..."
"I know! Its my fault but if you must know the truth... I didn't shoot Marques. Eric did." he snapped.
"Hey I'm not the one who pissed the mob off!" he exclaimed. "If you didn't then we wouldn't be in this mess."
"You're bringing up something from thirteen years ago?" Tim exploded. "We get threats so many times its not even funny! What if it was you Eric?"
"I know when to shut my mouth and they're not going after my family if you haven't noticed!"
"If you haven't noticed this is your family!"
"I mean my sisters." Eric said. "He only went after Rachel and Matt."
Katie teetered into the kitchen in the mist of her yelling uncle and father.
"SHUT UP!" Calleigh yelled. Katie began crying, not hearing her mother yell before. "God you two are so bad!"
Calleigh picked Katie up and tried to comfort her but she reached out for Tim. He took their daughter from her and Calleigh went on, in a much quieter voice.
"The important thing right now is that we find Matt. You two would actually get somewhere if you worked together instead of fighting with one another."
Tim and Eric stared at each other, neither knowing what to say. Calleigh had that affect on people.
