1"Oh God are we going through this again?" Calleigh asked, a hint of laughter in her voice. Tim shook his head.
"I got it." he muttered, opening the door. "See? I'm getting better at this."
Calleigh smiled and Tim scooped her into his arms, kissing her gently. Calleigh parted his lips with her tongue, her hands winding through his dark hair.
"Are we going to leave our door open so the spooky people can come in and kill us?"
"We already got enough of them after us." Tim joked, shutting the door. He turned his attention back to Calleigh. "I love you."
"I love you too." she smiled. "Now... stop stalling."
Tim grinned and walked back with her into their bedroom, shutting the door behind him.
"You know," he started, setting Calleigh down in the center of the bed. "I never thought this would happen."
"I fantasized about it." she winked. "Come here."
Tim obeyed and Calleigh kissed him deeply.
"Am I fulfilling your fantasies?" he grinned, kissing a trail down her jaw and onto her neck.
"Getting there." Calleigh moaned lightly, pulling Tim's t-shirt off him.
S/C----
"Don't tell me that's a phone." Tim mumbled.
"I'm not getting it." Calleigh yawned. "Its your house."
"Nuhuh. Its our house."
"Did we really get married?"
"Better believe it. You don't sound so happy about it."
Calleigh laughed.
"I am. I am very happy that I am Mrs. Tim Speedle but I wasn't sure if this was a dream or not and if it was I didn't want to wake up." she said.
"That's your cell phone anyway. My phone doesn't ring the Friends theme song."
Calleigh groaned and looked around.
"Here we go again." Tim smirked. "Where was it?"
"My pocketbook. That's in the living room. I don't want to move."
"I'm still gonna be here."
Calleigh nodded and grabbed her husband's t-shirt off the floor.
"You're not gonna start wearing my clothes are ya?" Tim whined as Calleigh tossed the shirt on. She went into the living room, grabbed her cell phone and answered it. "Hello?"
"Hi."
"John?"
"Yeah. I heard you were back."
Calleigh started walking back towards the bedroom and crawled under Tim's arm.
"Yeah I am."
"So are we still on for dinner?"
Tim's head snapped up, being able to hear Hagen's voice.
"Um... actually no." Calleigh said. "I'm really sorry John. I... I met this great guy and we hit it off."
"Oh. Well um... that's okay. I hope you're happy."
Calleigh smiled, her fingertips running over Tim's chest lightly.
"I am. I'm very happy."
"Well that's good. I'm on duty. I just wanted to say hi."
"Okay. I'll see you later then."
"Yeah." John hung up first and Calleigh tossed her phone onto the floor.
"I need to know." Tim said.
"We're on and off."
"I guess you're off now huh?"
"Yes. I'm hungry."
"There's food in the refrigerator. You should've known that."
"Don't be a smart ass. You want anything?"
"No I'm good."
"You haven't eaten since breakfast."
"Maybe I'll come out in a few minutes." Tim muttered. "There's everything that you could imagine in my fridge."
Calleigh smiled and kissed him softly.
"I'll be back."
Tim smiled as Calleigh got out of bed once again.
"What?" she asked, seeing the stupid grin on his face.
"I was just thinking about how perfect you are." Tim replied.
"Hah! I'm not perfect."
"Yes you are. Everything about you is perfect."
Calleigh blushed.
"You're good with compliments Mr. Speedle."
"That I am Mrs. Speedle."
"I love the sound of that." she smiled.
"So do I." Tim agreed, realizing how lucky he was to have her. He flopped back onto the pillows and sighed deeply. A week ago he was single and now he was married to the most wonderful woman in the world. Yes it went totally fast but... it felt right. Tim grabbed the TV remote and turned the TV on. Flipping through a few channels, Tim stared at the window. A shadow past by it and Tim sat up, a queasy feeling in his stomach. He quickly stood up, and went through the bedside table, grabbing his spare gun.
Tim walked stealthily into the living room and aimed the gun on the patio door, where someone was sliding the door the open.
"Freeze!"
The person stopped and Tim flipped the light switch.
"I saw some suspicious activity Speedle."
"Baby, we need to... John!" Calleigh stopped short when she saw Hagen standing in the living room, the patio door open behind him. It was a hilarious sight actually. Hagen, standing with his gun at his side, Tim in nothing but his boxers, his gun trained on Hagen, and Calleigh standing shocked in Tim's oversized t-shirt.
"Calleigh what are you doing here?" Hagen asked.
"I live here." she replied, turning red. "John..."
"What do you mean you live here? Oh... you two are still going along with the whole undercover thing."
"What did you mean you saw some suspicious activity?" Tim asked.
"I saw someone in the window."
"Hagen, did you ever think that I was getting something to eat. Shit, man you could've shot me!"
"I could've shot you? You were about to shoot me!" he exclaimed. "I um... I didn't know I was interrupting something."
"Its okay. You weren't." Calleigh said quickly.
"So you two huh?"
"Will you get back outside?" Tim snapped and Hagen disappeared the way he came. "He's the one watching us?"
"Apparently. Oh God that was embarrassing." Calleigh said, laughing slightly. "Why was the door unlocked?"
"I'm not sure. What were you saying before you realized Hagen was in the room?" Tim asked, making sure the patio door was locked.
"Oh. We need to go food shopping."
"DELKO!"
A few minutes later Calleigh sat on the couch, listening to Tim yell at Eric over the phone.
"Well one, you left my back door unlocked. Two, you ate all my food! Like the food, I don't care about. But leaving the back door unlocked gives Webster an advantage. What if it wasn't Hagen and it was him? What if I hadn't gone out into the living room and Calleigh got hurt?"
"Speed, I didn't even go near the patio door."
"Then why was it unlocked? It can only be locked from the inside."
"Maybe you didn't lock it when you left. Don't yell at me."
"Oh yeah like I'm going to leave my condo unlocked so any crazy person could walk in."
"Who else has a key?"
S/C-----
"Honey, are you sure?" Calleigh asked.
"Mrs. Robinson is the only other person that has a key. She comes over to feed Charlie when I'm at work." Tim replied, speaking of his beloved Border Collie. "I don't trust Eric with him so I asked Mrs. R to watch him while we were gone."
Calleigh nodded.
"You missed him huh?"
"Oh yeah. He's the most important thing in my life." Tim said. Then with a sexy smile, he added, "Besides you of course."
Calleigh smirked.
"That was close Speedle. Very close." she teased. Tim grinned and knocked on his neighbor's door. An elderly lady opened the door and smiled.
"Timmy! You're home and you brought a friend."
"Actually Mrs. Robinson, this is my wife Calleigh." Tim smiled, wrapping an arm around her waist.
"And you never told me?" she asked.
"Well it happened yesterday while I was gone." Tim replied.
"So you're French then." Mrs. Robinson said, looking at Calleigh.
"No. I'm from Miami." she smiled. "Tim and I work together."
"Oh well that's sweet. Its about time Timmy found someone. I suppose you came for Charles then."
"Yes." Tim nodded.
"Well come in." Mrs. Robinson smiled, letting them in. "I'll go get him."
As she shuffled down the hall, Calleigh turned to Tim.
"Charles?"
"She thinks its more sophisticated." Tim replied, smirking. "Charlie!"
The Border Collie raced down the hallway and ran straight into Tim's leg. He grinned and bent down, scratching his dog behind the ears.
"Daddy missed his Charlie. Yes he did." Calleigh looked amused as Tim talked to the dog.
"Thank you very much for watching him." she said, looking back up at Mrs. Robinson.
"Oh. Well Charles is a dear." she smiled. Tim stood up, attaching a leash to the blue collar.
"Mrs. R, I was wondering. Did you by any chance happen to go into my condo while I was gone?"
"No. But your friend came over and asked for the key."
"My friend?"
"Yes. His name was... well I forget his name but he came over, very polite young man and said that you had asked him to check something around the house while you were gone. I gave him the key and when he was done he came back and gave the key back."
"When was this?"
"Yesterday."
"Can you describe him?" Calleigh asked. Mrs. Robinson nodded and described Jack Webster perfectly.
