1Tim stared at the wall, dreading the worst. He didn't want to go home because he knew his mother would be there when he got home. He didn't want to have to deal with her antics.

"Speed, you going home?" Horatio's head poked in the doorway of Trace.

"Yeah in a minute." he mumbled. "Just gonna finish this up."

"Alright. Don't stay too late."

"Mhmm."

Horatio stared at Tim for a second.

"You okay?"

"No." Tim sighed. "When I get home my mother's going to be there."

"Wow. Do you think you should be leaving Calleigh alone with her?"

"No. I should probably go now."

"That would be a good idea." Horatio said. "And good luck."

"Gonna need more than luck." Tim mumbled as he walked out.

-S/C-

Tim let out something between a groan and a whimper as he pulled his Explorer into the garage. He really didn't want to go in there and he could already hear the protests coming from his wife. She obviously knew he was home because the door to the house burst open and she walked out, a tiny ball of fury. Tim rested his head against the steering wheel and glanced at Calleigh out of the corner of his eye. He reluctantly rolled down the window and braced himself for whatever was coming his way.

"Well hi honey! How was your day? Mine was just great."

Tim raised an eyebrow.

"Um... that's swell sweetheart. Everything is going fine I suppose?"

"I hope you made lots of money today since I obviously can't support this family." Calleigh snapped, dragging him out of the car. Tim realized she ignored his statement.

"Well... honey that's not true." he supplied weakly. 'Oh God please don't let her have done a lot of damage.'

"Did you know your mother brought a friend with her?"

"She brought that stupid dog?"

"Oh no. Its a lot better this time." Calleigh hissed, pushing Tim into the kitchen.

"Hi Daddy!" Ally smiled, hugging him. Tim patted her on the head slightly, feeling a bit dizzy.

"Mom."

"Timmy! You're finally home!" Elizabeth smiled. "You remember Monica."

"How could I forget." he muttered, staring at the brunette.

"Tim, its so good seeing you again." Monica smiled.

"Feeling's mutual Mon."

"Your mother was just telling me about how well you and Monica used to get along." Calleigh said. Tim shrugged.

"We grew up with each other."

"Can I please talk to you in the living room?"

Calleigh didn't wait for an answer but shoved Tim so hard that he fell onto the couch.

"Wow. Can we get a little more physical?" he asked sarcastically.

"Oh I'm going to get physical in about three minutes." Calleigh said. Tim stared at her. "I'm going to knock one of them out!"

"Honey..."

"Don't honey me and don't touch me!"

Tim pulled away from her.

"Oh-kay. Where's Jason?"

"He's asleep, finally. Your mother has decided that she wants him up every hour of the day. He finally collapsed from exhaustion." Calleigh muttered, calming down slightly. She ran a hand through her hair, making it fall over her shoulders, making Tim silently count to ten. "And I don't want to say anymore because she's right there."

"Well um... we'll talk later then." he muttered, kissing her quickly. Calleigh grabbed his collar, refusing to let him go. "Baby, I..."

"No. Stay."

"I'm not going anywhere." Tim said, confused. Calleigh pressed her lips against his again and Tim really couldn't protest. She was practically throwing herself at him but his mother was in the other room. "Calleigh, we can't. Not now at least."

She sighed and nodded.

"I'm sorry."

Tim pulled her towards him and tightened his hold on her waist.

"Whoa... no one's making you apologize. I especially liked that little display of affection but my mother is in the other room and um... well we don't want her to hate you anymore." he murmured. Calleigh pulled his head down for one last kiss and when they finally parted it was only because Ally had wedged her way between them.

"Grandma is really... odd." she announced happily. Tim looked at Calleigh and sighed.

"Well at least she tells the truth." she smirked lightly.

"She learns from the best." Tim grinned. A cry came over the baby monitor and the sound of chairs scraping against the tiled floor filled their ears. "I got him."

"Tim, let me see him!" Elizabeth exclaimed.

"Mom, I think I should go get him." he said quickly, blocking the stairs.

"Are you stopping me?"

"Yes. He's been really antsy these past few days and well... help Calleigh with dinner. You can get Monica and Calleigh acquainted some more." Tim said. His mother gave him a look. "I want to talk later."

Elizabeth stared him down hard but finally walked back into the kitchen. Jason cried harder and when Tim finally made his way into his room his heart broke at the sight of his son.

"Oh no... no don't cry Jason!" he pleaded as he picked him up. "What's wrong hmm?"

Tim bent down slightly and grabbed the pacifier out of the crib and put it in Jason's mouth. He promptly spit it out and Tim caught it quickly before it hit the floor.

"Okay... that didn't work." he muttered. "What's the matter Jason?"

He buried his head in his father's shoulder and Tim walked with him downstairs.

"Tim don't you know how to take care of a baby?" Elizabeth asked, reaching for her grandson. Jason cried harder, not knowing who he was with and not being in his dad's arms anymore. Calleigh quickly grabbed him out of her mother-in-law's reach and grabbed a bottle out of the refrigerator. "Calleigh he's not hungry."

"I think I know my son!" she muttered as Jason quieted down when he sucked on his bottle. She gave Elizabeth a knowing smile. "He's exactly like Tim. He'll eat anytime, anywhere, and anything."

He turned red and grabbed a glass from the cabinet.

"So... Monica... what brings you to Miami?"

"Oh your mother asked me to come down with her."

"I didn't know you two were still in contact."

"Just because some of us don't like her anymore doesn't mean the rest of us don't." Elizabeth said. Calleigh raised an eyebrow and Tim choked on his drink.

"I never said I didn't like her anymore." he corrected.

"Oh really?"

"Mom, drop it."

"No Tim. We're going to talk about this. You left."

"We're not talking about this." Tim said in a this-is-a-dead-subject tone. "Excuse me."

"Don't..."

"No. Don't tell me don't. This is my house, my rules, meaning I can do whatever I feel like." he added, standing up. He walked out of the room and Ally followed him.

"Daddy?"

"What?" Tim asked, turning the TV on. He bent down and turned his Playstation 2 on and grabbed a controller. "You want to play?"

Ally nodded and Tim grabbed another controller. He turned the volume up, loud, so no one could hear their conversation.

"How come you don't like Grandma?"

"I do. She just... she and Mommy don't get along very well."

"You and Mommy told me to get along with everyone." Ally reminded. Tim hid his smile.

"We did but sometimes grown-ups disagree on certain subjects and fights break out."

"What did they disagree on?"

Tim stared at the TV, shooting a few Storm Troopers.

"You are not letting her play that game!" Calleigh yelled over the noise of Jedi Starfighters and lightsabers clashing.

"Sorry." Tim grinned and Ally dropped the controller onto the couch. "Well Ally... Mommy and Grandma don't really think a like."