1Tim motioned for Eric and the two uniforms to leave. They did as they were told and Tim shut the door behind him as he stepped into the interrogation room.
"So what is it now?" Jackson asked, leaning back in his chair.
"See you got parol."
"Yeah. You guys didn't have a lot to hold me and I was only an accomplice."
"That's good. I'm glad you're out." Tim nodded.
"Are you serious?"
"No. Of course not. See Marques' brother?"
"Who?"
"Who?" Tim questioned. He laughed and walked behind Jackson's chair. He glanced at the CSI over his shoulder and smiled slightly.
"We're good friends Tim."
"Yeah. Yeah we were until you betrayed me." he snapped, pulling Jackson out of the chair and slamming him into the wall. Eric jumped behind the glass and moved to get into the room but John grabbed him.
"Leave him."
"He's going to get himself fired!"
"Don't you realize none of that matters to him right now?" John asked. "Come on. Leave him alone."
"I know your buddies are behind the glass." Jackson gasped. Tim tightened his hold on him. "You're going to lose your job."
"Trust me they all want to do this as badly as I do. Where's my son?"
S/C
"I'm not leaving." Tim said stubbornly. "I'm not leaving until he tells us something. I know he knows something."
"You need to get some sleep." Horatio said.
"I'm not leaving! He knows where Nicky is and he's not saying and every minute we waste, another minute of his life ticks by and I'm not letting my son be the next one to die. I'm staying here and I'm going to force the information out of him."
"Leave. I'll call you if we get something."
Tim opened his mouth to protest but Horatio shook his head.
"Go." he ordered. Tim knew there was no use in trying to fight him. He just simply got up and walked out, heading towards the locker room. When he got there Calleigh was sitting on the bench, staring into her locker.
"Hey."
"Hi." Calleigh mumbled, looking down at her lap. Tim stood in front of his locker and swung the door open. Calleigh glanced up and looked in his locker. Tim was too busy unbuttoning his shirt with one hand and digging through his locker for a t-shirt with the other to notice. On the door was a picture of Tim and he had Nicky on his back, the two of them wearing identical grins.
"I'm sorry I got nasty with you before." Tim muttered.
"Don't worry about it." Calleigh replied, wiping her tears away. Tim turned around and leaned against the locker, the metal feeling cold against his bare skin. Calleigh eyed his muscled chest, not like she hadn't seen it before, and then finally looked him in the eye.
"I am though. Calleigh, I don't want you mad at me."
"I've given up fighting with you about this. Its your decision." she muttered. "Find him and then do whatever you want."
"I'm only doing this because I love you. I don't want you being hurt by my mistakes anymore."
"Tim, your testimony put a guilty man where he belonged. That wasn't a mistake. You saved a lot of people by doing that."
"And made my family suffer along with it." he said. "I'm sorry."
"Stop saying sorry! This isn't your fault!" Calleigh exclaimed. "I wish you would see that so you didn't think that you have to hide from the world now."
She stood up and walked out of the locker room, passing John on her way.
"Speed in there?"
"Yeah. He's leaving though. Why?"
"Jackson's ready to confess." John replied.
