1Calleigh sat in Horatio's office, a dumbfounded look on her face.
"Horatio please tell me he's going through some sort of phase and he'll be back in a few hours." she pleaded.
"I don't know Calleigh."
"What about Nicky? Have you guys found anything yet?"
"Yeah. A woman from the credit card company called." Ryan piped up. "Marques paid for a hotel room on his card. Delko's checking it out right now."
"Is Tim with him?"
Horatio nodded. Calleigh stood up.
"Where's the hotel?"
S/C
"You shouldn't be here." Tim said, seeing Calleigh in the doorway.
"Was he here?"
"Would I still be standing here if he was?"
"Then why buy a hotel room?"
"To throw us off. Come on Cal. You're a CSI."
"I want to talk to you."
"I'm working."
"Never stopped you before." Calleigh snapped. Tim turned and looked at her. Eric glanced between the two and silently stepped out of the hotel room. "Why are you doing this?"
"I told you."
"And I told you that there are other ways of doing this. I know right now every part of you wants nothing more than to rip him to pieces. You can do that."
"No."
"No what?"
"Yes I can kill him but it won't matter. We put the last of the Donatellis in jail and Tony came. We killed Tony and now Danny is here. There will always be someone to pick up where they left off." Tim said.
"That's not true Tim."
"Yes it is. Calleigh, please..." there was a begging tone in his voice.
"Is this not about Marques anymore?"
"What are you talking about?"
"I mean is this one of your sorry excuses to leave?"
Tim stared at her incredulously.
"Well is it?"
"You think I'm using this as an excuse so I can leave?"
"Well you don't seem to keen on the idea of putting Marques away or killing him so that must be out of the question. Why, if you want to leave, why do you have to sugarcoat it? Why not be a man about it and present me with divorce papers?"
"Because this isn't about that!" Tim exclaimed, not believing Calleigh was suggesting something like that. "That would never happen. I'm leaving because I don't want you guys in danger anymore. Just drop it Calleigh."
"I'm not dropping it!"
"Look. I'm leaving."
"No you're not!"
"I'm going back to the lab so calm down. I'm getting a lead then I'm going to find our son and then I'm gone. Deal with it." Tim said harshly. Calleigh stepped back, his words a slap in the face to her. He brushed past her and exited the room. Calleigh stood there for a few minutes, a shocked and hurt look on her face.
S/C
Horatio stared through the window of the layout room. It was silent as a grave in there, which was odd. Tim sat at the far end of the table, Eric in the middle, and Calleigh at the other end. Tim wasn't making Calleigh laugh, Eric wasn't reciting an old story from a night at the bars, Calleigh wasn't catching Eric up on his uncle duties, nothing. Calleigh looked incredibly upset, Eric looked tired, and Tim looked pissed at something.
"Everything alright in here?"
"Oh we're just peachy." Tim muttered.
"Yeah my son is missing and we're having a party." Calleigh added. Tim gave her a look when she said 'my son.'
"Sorry." Horatio said quickly. "How's it coming?"
Eric finally made a noise.
"I think we should look at this."
The team crowded around him.
"No... no. Not happening." Tim muttered.
"Its what it says." Eric mumbled.
"So then he's behind it?" Calleigh asked.
"I wouldn't be surprised." Tim growled. "Eric go bring him in."
"Yeah. I'll do it right now."
S/C
Marques shoved Nicky forcefully into a room and slammed the door shut behind him. Nicky kicked the door, letting out a yell. He threw himself onto the floor, crossing his arms over his chest. His eyes scanned the room and backtracked when they saw a curly mop of dark hair.
"DAD?"
Matt's head popped up.
"Uncle Matt?"
"Nicky!" he scrambled over to his nephew and sat next to him. "What are you doing here?"
"I don't know." Nicky shrugged. "I was at school and they told me to come to the office that I was going home."
"You just went with him?"
Nicky looked down at his lap, a guilty look on his face. He knew better than to go with strangers. His parents were probably going insane, trying to find him and it was all his fault.
"Hey its not your fault Nick." Matt said, slinging an arm around him. "I am 100 sure that your parents are on their way right now."
S/C
"I really don't understand the meaning of this."
John Hagen and Tim were deep in conversation when two uniforms walked in, a familiar threat between them. Eric walked behind them.
"Yeah I'm sure you don't." he snapped. "Wait till he gets here."
"I already am here." Tim said, striding in front of the group.
"Well... if it isn't Speedle."
"Nice seeing you again Jackson."
"We always do meet during pleasurable events."
