1"Casey, put it down." Horatio ordered. She stared at the gun, then Tim, who had dropped to the floor, and then to the hole in the cabinet. "Come on, put it down."

Tim moved to the front of the house and pushed the side table away from the door. Calleigh finally got in and glared at him.

"I want an explanation." she said. Tim took Jason from her and kissed his forehead.

"You'll get one." he promised and kissed her gently.

S/C------

"So she did this?" Calleigh asked. Tim nodded, watching Casey through the glass. She was curled up in her chair, waiting for Horatio to come in. "Baby, you okay?"

"She tried to kill me." he murmured, licking his lips.

Horatio entered the interrogation room and sat down across from the teenager.

"I want the whole story." he said.

"It started a few weeks ago. Mom said she was going to Miami and gave me an address. I could reach her there." Casey started. "When my grandmother left I knew where they were going so I secretly I got on a plane and came down here. I stayed at a hotel, used up some of my college money to pay for it all. One night I stopped by the address Mom gave me and I saw Tim exit the house with Calleigh and the kids. So I went in through the garage. I talked with my mom. I said we should do something to scare him a bit. God... I went through that house and everything was not the way it should be. It was him. Him and those kids and that woman. They're not his family."

Tim slipped an arm around Calleigh and pulled her closer to him.

"My mom told me to leave, that they'd be home soon. So I went through the garage and stopped at the gun safe." Casey turned to the one way glass and laughed slightly. "Get a new password. 6-24-73 is too obvious. I grabbed the first gun I saw and slipped it into my coat. I waited. My mom called me and told me she was coming home but first she was staying at The Hilton. So I paid her a visit. I told her that how Tim was living was wrong. We should fix that. Get rid of at least one of them and he'd come crawling back to Syracuse. But then... I got an even better idea. Let him suffer some more. Make it seem like he did it and then he'd have to stay in jail forever, wondering why it was like this. Mom thought I was crazy but then I pulled the gun out. Those forensics shows do your brain wonders. Learn to hide evidence. We got into a fight, struggled a bit and then... it was an accident but I shot her."

"Once I can believe." Horatio said. "Five times, that's not an accident. That's overkill."

Casey's tears filled up with eyes.

"I didn't know what to do. I knew how it'd look. 'Why is she dead?' 'Trying to frame my jackass of a father.'" she mumbled. "So I wiped up everything. But the framing idea still stuck out in my mind so I left the gun behind. That would be the only piece of evidence that would put him at the crime scene. Then I came back to the house yesterday and told him I came down with my stepfather but I didn't want to stay with him because he got violent when he was upset. He believed me. I found hope in that. Maybe somewhere, deep down he loved me and took pity on me. But that was his downfall."

Casey stopped for a second and wiped her eyes.

"When they all left this morning I decided that I'd get rid of him... make it look like a suicide or something."

"You do realize his wife is the leading ballistics expert in the country and would've just proven you wrong right?" Horatio asked. Casey shrugged.

"I didn't care. Doesn't matter now. You stopped me. But I wanted to frame him because he hurt me. He hurt my mom too. Bad people in this world need to pay for what they do."

Tripp walked in.

"You're under arrest for the murder of Monica Kensington."

Calleigh pulled Tim away from the glass.

"You okay?" she saw the tears in his eyes.

"Yeah. I'm fine." he mumbled.

S/C-----

"Speedle."

"I didn't kill anyone Stetler." he muttered.

"I came to return your badge." he said, putting it on the table. "And your gun."

He placed that on the table as well.

"Thanks."

"Look sorry that I doubted you." Stetler said.

"Its okay. Apparently a lot of other people seem to think I'm capable of murder." Tim said. "I don't take it to heart."

"On my job, I learn anyone is capable of murder. See you around."

"Keep diggin' that hole deeper Rick." Tim advised. "See where it gets you."

"Keep firin' off your mouth Tim." he smirked. "See where that gets you."

S/C------

"Speed..."

"Horatio."

"New case?"

"Yeah." Tim muttered. He wrote something else down and looked up at Horatio. "What?"

"You okay?" he asked. Tim hesitated but nodded.

"Yeah."

"Speed, you didn't do anything wrong." Horatio said. "So stop burying yourself in work and try to pass yourself off for being okay."

"You know why I left Syracuse?" Tim asked.

"Your friend's death."

"Partially. I left because I... I was afraid of having responsibilities. Matt's death just threw me over the edge. If I had stayed none of this would have happened."

"Ah now listen to what you just said. None of this would have happened." Horatio smiled slightly. "Why don't you take a walk down the hall, third door on the right."

"I got work to do." Tim mumbled.

"That was an order not a suggestion. Come on." Horatio pulled him out of the chair and walked him towards the door. "Like you said if you stayed none of this would've happened. You can go and see if you made the right choice."

Tim sighed and stayed still. Horatio pushed him out the door and down the hall. The duo got a few odd looks and well you would've looked oddly at them too if you saw Tim trying to stop moving and Horatio forcefully shoving him out of the lab.

"Stop working so much." he added and gave Tim a final push into Ballistics. Horatio walked away and Tim glanced into the back of the large room towards the shooting range. Calleigh was standing there, an assortment of guns laid on the counter in front of her. Tim slowly walked towards the shooting range and leaned against the wall, watching his wife lose herself in her crazy obsession. After what seemed like ages, Calleigh turned around and jumped.

"Jesus!"

"Not quite." Tim smirked.

"You know, announce yourself next time." Calleigh said, trying to fight the smile off her face. Tim stared at her for a few seconds and realized what Horatio meant. If he'd stayed in Syracuse living the rich life with Monica and Casey then he wouldn't have Calleigh. If he didn't have Calleigh he wouldn't have Ally and Jason and the three of them were his whole life. He hadn't had a life before them and now, he couldn't picture it without them. "What? Do I got something on me?"

"No." Tim shook his head. "Come on."

He grabbed her hand and started to pull her towards the door.

"What? Tim we still got another five hours of work."

"Let's go spend some time with our kids."

"We..."

"Horatio won't care. Baby, come on."

"What is getting into you?" Calleigh asked, finally relenting.

"Nothing. I just... I'm gonna be a lot better to you guys." Tim replied.

"Honey you are already the best that you can be."

"No. I can be way better and I'm gonna from now on."

THE END...