1Breakfast the next morning was an awkward one. Tim refused to look up from his plate and he was sure his mother was doing the same. Jonathan was too busy reading the paper to realize what was going on between his family. Andrew was poking at his food, shooting glances at his brother every few seconds. Calleigh was looking from her husband to her in-laws, wondering what would happen if she dare spoke. Tim finally sighed and pushed his chair out from the table.

"I'm sorry but I got to get out of here." he said. "I'm going to go take a drive."

Calleigh looked up at him and followed him out the door, grabbing their coats on the way.

"Why didn't you eat anything?" Tim asked, getting in the car. Calleigh followed his lead and shivered at how cold the car as it was early November.

"Why didn't you?"

"Me eating isn't as important as you eating. You're eating for two remember?"

"Oh really? Now see I didn't realize that even though you remind me everyday." Calleigh teased. "Your mother's cooking is amazing but nothing appealed to me this morning."

"Well that's okay. Cause I'm starving and I know you are so while we're out on our drive we'll stop at a good restaurant, better than my mother's cooking and I'm sorry but better than yours." Tim said, starting the car. He pulled out of the driveway and drove down the street, heading back into the city.

"I think I will be the judge of that."

"You'll agree with me. Believe me, you will agree with me."

Calleigh nodded, just giving her husband the satisfaction for a few minutes. They drove for about twenty minutes before Tim pulled into a parking lot. He and Calleigh got out of the car and entered the restaurant.

"There's not anyone here really!" Calleigh said, eyeing the nearly empty restaurant. The only people in the restaurant was an older man sitting at the counter and a pair of teenagers in a corner booth.

"Everyone is working. This is a good thing anyway. We'll get the food fast." Tim replied. "You look like you're frozen."

"Yes well I'm used to November being warm and in the 70s-80s not in the 40s-30s." Calleigh shivered. Tim pulled her into his arms and she sighed happily, leaning into his warm chest. She glanced up at him and he leaned down, kissing her gently.

"I'll be with you in a minute!" a New Yorker accent called from the back of the restaurant but neither of the CSIs heard. They were too busy with themselves. A woman in her mid-50s bustled out from the kitchen and sighed, tossing her hands up into the air. "These kids making out wherever they please!"

Tim pulled away from Calleigh, who was turning a bright shade of red.

"Oh my... Tim Speedle!"

"How are you Shannon?" he grinned as the older woman pulled him into a tight hug.

"Fine. Look at you!" she exclaimed. She spotted Calleigh leaning against the wall, still embarrassed. "Oh... you brought a friend. You always were one for blondes Timmy."

"Shannon..." he warned. "This is Calleigh, my wife. Baby this is Shannon O'Brien, the best cook Syracuse has ever seen."

"Nice to meet you." Calleigh smiled.

"Yes. Nice to meet you as well." Shannon said, returning the smile. "Tim..."

"What?"

"I like her."

"Well so do I." Tim grinned.

"Come on!" Shannon exclaimed. "I'll get you a table."

She led them to a booth a few feet away and handed them menus.

"What do you want to drink?"

"Coffee." Tim replied. "Cal?"

"Orange juice."

"I'll bring it right out." Shannon smiled, walking away.

"She's nice." Calleigh commented, scanning the menu.

"Yeah. She helped me hide out when I was mad at my parents." Tim reminisced. "She gave me my first job."

"Really? What did you do? I know you can't cook." Calleigh teased.

"I had to wash dishes and clean tables."

"I'm guessing you lost that talent then?"

"No. I can still."

"Then why don't you?" Calleigh wondered. Tim gave her a guilty look.

"I'll show off when we get home." he promised.

"I'm going to hold that to you."

"I know you will." Tim grinned. "What do you want?"

"I don't know." Calleigh sighed, still eyeing the menu. Shannon came back out with their drinks and set them down in front of the couple.

"What can I get you?" she asked.

"Pancakes." Calleigh said. Tim nodded.

"Me too."

"Okay. I'll get this order to Johnny and then I want to come talk with you Timothy." Shannon said, disappearing into the kitchen again. She came out a few minutes later and slid into the other side of the booth. "So... where have you been?"

"Miami." Tim replied. "And before you ask I met Calleigh at work."

"What do you?"

"Crime scene investigator."

"I've seen those shows." Shannon shuddered. "Pretty gruesome stuff."

"I'm used to it by now." Tim shrugged. "How have you been?"

"I can't complain. Now, a wife huh? You've been gone ten years and you come back with a wife! God I remember when you and Samantha would come running in here."

"That was a long time ago Shannon." Tim muttered, looking down at his lap. She smiled sadly and patted his hand.

"One of your old pals has walked in."

Tim's head shot up and he groaned.

"I'm not here." he whispered. Shannon laughed lightly and nodded.

"Your food should be out in a few minutes."

Calleigh glanced over her shoulder and saw a pretty brunette around her age had walked in.

"Who is she?" she whispered. Tim downed about half his coffee before replying.

"That is Melissa Peterson. She's the female version of Delko in every aspect. Women want to be her. Men want to be with her. She's a total flirt. And if I remember correctly she's slept with every guy in my class." he hissed, glaring at the woman's back.

"Did she break your heart?" Calleigh teased. "You found out she slept around?"

"No. She wanted me. Of all the guys she could have she wanted me. Why? I have no idea." Tim said. "I wouldn't let her near me. She insists I broke her heart."

"If you didn't let me near you I'm sure I'd say you broke my heart too. So let me guess. Cheerleading captain, dated the quarterback, prom queen junior and senior years?"

"Yeah. I hear she married the quarterback but they divorced when she found him in bed with a fellow Dallas Cowboys cheerleader. She moved back here then."

Calleigh looked slightly amused.

"Yes these are the people I grew up with." Tim sighed. "I'm very proud of it."

Shannon came out with their breakfast and Melissa walked over.

"Well, well, well..."

"I'll leave you two alone." Shannon said. "Enjoy."

"Thanks." Calleigh smiled and Tim stared at Melissa.

"I didn't know you were coming home Tim." she said. "And who's your..."

"My wife. Calleigh, this is Melissa Peterson." he finished.

"Pleasure." Melissa smiled but she was eyeing Tim like some piece of meat.

"Likewise." Calleigh muttered. Tim held her hand tightly under the table.

"Well congratulations. Your mother didn't tell me you got married." Melissa said. "And I suppose I'll see you at the party tonight."

"Why are you going to be there?" Tim asked.

"Well... I suppose I should come to my little sister's engagement party."

"You—your sister? Your sister is marrying my brother?"

"Small world huh?"

"You wouldn't believe it." Tim muttered. "Well... yeah we will see you tonight."

"Yeah." Melissa nodded. "I need to get to work. Nice meeting you Calleigh."

"Yes nice meeting you as well Melissa."

"Bye Tim." she said with a seductive tone. She gave him a flirtatious smile and with a flip of her hair she was gone.

"Is it just me or was she..." Calleigh stammered.

"That's Melissa." Tim muttered. "Don't worry about her. She's..."

"Is she blind or did she just decide to do all of that in front of me?"

"The latter. She likes making others jealous."

"Well she's not going to make me jealous." Calleigh muttered, poking at her food.

"Good because you don't have anything to be jealous of." Tim murmured, brushing his lips against hers. "We'll be gone tomorrow night and we won't have to worry about any of them ever again."