1Disclaimer: I own anyone you don't recognize. Everyone else belongs to Anthony Zuiker.

S/C----

Calleigh sneezed as the phone rang. She had been sick for the past few days and Horatio refused to let her come into work. Well more like, Tim had persuaded him not to let Calleigh enter CSI. So she was stuck at home with the dog, watching sappy soap operas until she recovered. Calleigh sneezed again as she turned the phone on.

"Hello?"

"Who is this?"

"Who is this?" Calleigh countered. She was sick of prank phone calls that she and Tim received every hour of the day.

"This is Angela Speedle."

"Oh. Mrs. Speedle... Tim's not here right now."

"And who might you be?"

Now... since they had gotten married last year secretly, Tim and Calleigh made a pact that Calleigh was not allowed to answer the phone if Angela or Jonathan Speedle called. Tim liked to thank the person that invented Caller ID. But now, Calleigh was sick, on the couch, unable to move and unable to see the Caller ID that hung on the wall. Tim didn't want his parents knowing about their daughter-in-law. Why? Calleigh thought it was silly but Tim swore it was for her own good.

"This is Calleigh."

"Oh. Are you Tim's new girlfriend?"

"Something like that."

"Well will you please tell Tim to call me back when he gets a chance?"

"I'll do that."

"Thank you." Angela hung up without so much as a goodbye. Calleigh sighed and tossed the phone onto the floor. She groaned as she sneezed again, scaring Charlie. For a few more hours she thanked Tim for putting Friends Season 9 in the DVD player before he left for work that morning. Calleigh smiled as she heard the door open and Tim walked in.

"Hey babe."

"Hi. How was work?"

"Delightful." Tim said dryly, sitting down on the couch. "Are you still watching the same disk?"

"Yes. I was too tired to move." Calleigh smiled.

"Oh. So did you have fun today?"

"Your mom called."

Tim froze.

"What?"

"Your mom called. Don't worry I didn't say I was your wife. She said for you to call her back when you got the chance."

"So then what did you say? Didn't she want to know who you were?"

"Yeah. I said I was Calleigh, your son's sexy whore."

Tim looked at her and she laughed.

"I'm kidding. She asked if I was your new girlfriend and I said something like that."

"Great."

"Relax. I don't think she caught on."

"I wonder what she wants."

"Well maybe she wants you to come home for once."

"I don't even want to call her." Tim sighed.

"You should and you will. You're her son and obviously its important if she's calling." Calleigh said.

"She's always calling."

"Probably because you never call her back."

"Very funny." Tim muttered.

"Oh! And since I'm not getting any better, I called the doctor. I have an appointment tomorrow and really don't want to go alone." Calleigh said.

"Are you feeling any better?" Tim asked worriedly. Calleigh nodded.

"I scared poor Charlie." she smirked. "I sneezed on him."

"Now he's diseased. Thanks a lot."

"Call your mom." Calleigh ordered gently. Tim gave her a pleading look. "Baby..."

"Calleigh..."

"Do it."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Don't make me sneeze on you." Calleigh said, a hint of laughter in her voice.

"Oh now you scared me." Tim said sarcastically, grabbing the phone. He dialed his mother's phone number and waited, a frightened look on his face. Calleigh kissed his cheek and got off the couch. "Hi Mom... yeah... yeah I was at work. No you could've called my cell phone. She's... she's a really, really, really close friend of mine. What? Party? I don't know Mom."

Calleigh gave him a look and nodded her head. Tim shook his head. Calleigh nodded. Tim stuck his tongue at her. Calleigh gave him a look Horatio would give him and stared at him until he broke.

"Um... yeah I'll be there. Sure I'll bring her. Yes you should meet her. Okay. I love you too... Bye." Tim tossed the phone onto the couch. "NO! I. Don't. Want. To. Go!"

He stomped his foot and crossed his arms for emphasis. Calleigh laughed.

"You look like a three year old."

"Good! I'm not going. There is no way in Hell that I will go to Syracuse for my brother's engagement party."

S/C----

"Honey will you calm down?"

"I'm fine." Tim muttered, biting his nails. Calleigh grabbed his hand and held it tightly.

"Yeah. Sure. Shouldn't I be the one that's nervous?" she asked.

"What if you're dying?"

"That thought never occurred to me." Calleigh mumbled. Her doctor, Dr. Williams walked in, a file in her hand.

"About time." Tim muttered, earning him a painful squeeze from Calleigh.

"Sorry that took a while." Dr. Williams apologized. "So..."

"I'm not dying am I?" Calleigh asked quickly. Dr. Williams laughed lightly.

"No. Quite the opposite actually."

Tim and Calleigh glanced at each other.

"Then what was wrong with her?" Tim asked.

"Nothing."

"I've been throwing up, coughing, everything else under the sun, and sleeping for the past week." Calleigh said. "There's got to be something wrong with me. I never do any of that."

"Calleigh, there's nothing wrong with you." Dr. Williams assured. "I didn't think that you had the flu to begin with. You had the common cold and before you bite my head of, yes I know that you've been getting sick. I took blood from you because.."

"Spit it out." Tim moaned.

"I had a feeling and I was right. You're pregnant."