1Tim tried very hard to ignore the ringing cell phone but nothing was working. It seemed to get louder. Maybe it was because Calleigh was shoving the phone in his face.
"What?"
"We've got a problem."
"At three in the morning? Eric, I can't help you with some things."
"I didn't say I've got a problem and I said we've got a problem, meaning the USA."
Tim tried to imagine what was bad for the USA and Delko was calling him about it.
"Go on."
"Earlier tonight, around eleven, a prisoner died from some disease and the ME came."
"Alexx?"
"No. He was some intern with the night shift. The night shift ME didn't want to get out of bed."
Tim rolled his eyes.
"Get on with it. I want to go back to sleep."
"No. We need you down here but let me finish my story. The prisoner was in solitary confinement and had a guard stationed at his door at all times. After the body and the ME left another guard passed by and saw the guard dead."
"Yeah? And?"
"A guy is dead and you're asking yeah and?"
"Eric, you would've just said get over to the jail we've got a body. Why'd you give me a big song and dance?"
"The prisoner was Jack Webster and his body never arrived at the morgue."
Tim sat up and Calleigh stared at him oddly.
"Are you sure?"
"H checked the records."
"Alright. I'll be right over." Tim snapped his phone shut and looked back at Calleigh. "I got to go to work."
"You need me?"
"No. Not yet at least." he leaned over and gave her a quick kiss. "I love you."
"I love you too. Call me..."
"I will." Tim nodded. He quickly got dressed and snuck out of the house.
S/C----
Tim leaned back in his chair, his feet propped up on the table. He heard the door swing open behind him but didn't turn around.
"Hey babe."
"How'd you know it was me?"
"Because Eric doesn't smell like strawberries or wear heels... at least I hope not." Tim smirked. "Neither does Horatio."
Calleigh laughed and kissed the top of his head.
"I brought you coffee."
"Well aren't you the best."
"Don't you know it."
Tim smiled and swung his legs down onto the floor.
"I've watched this tape for three hours and nothing."
"Poor baby." Calleigh smirked. "I heard about who it was."
"Calleigh, I don't want you getting in on this." Tim said, wincing as he burned his tongue.
"I'm not going to stop doing my job Tim."
"I know you won't and I know you're going to go behind my back and get in on the case. Just ask Horatio for another case."
"No."
"Why are you so stubborn?"
"Why are you so protective?" Calleigh asked. Tim glanced at her.
"Because I love you more than anything except our daughter and I would never forgive myself if something happened to you." he replied.
"I feel the same way about you and you don't see me telling you to get off the case."
"Not yet but I know that we'll go home tonight and you'll be keeping me awake all night, trying to get me off the case and I'm not going to budge." Tim smirked.
"Well since we're going to go against each other I suggest we don't worry about it."
"Going on..."
"Hold on!" Calleigh grabbed her ringing phone and exited the A/V lab. Tim shook his head and went back to watching the tapes. He groaned loudly as his own phone went off.
"Speedle."
"Mr. Speedle?"
Tim rolled his eyes at the stupidity of some people.
"Yes?"
"This is Dr. Williams..."
"If you're looking for Calleigh you can try her cell phone."
"I did. Its busy and she wanted these results quickly. Your number is down as the next number to call. I can trust you'll pass them on."
"Mhmm. Go on."
"Just tell her it was positive."
"Okay. I'll do that."
"Thanks."
"No problem. Bye." Tim snapped his phone shut and Calleigh walked back in. "Who was it?"
"Horatio. We're needed in the conference room."
"Right. Your doctor just called me."
"Called you?" Calleigh asked.
"Yeah." Tim nodded. "Something about results and they're posit---- why did you go to the doctor?"
"Routine thing." Calleigh mumbled. Tim stared at her, trying to make sense of it all.
"So then what's positive?"
Calleigh slid onto Tim's lap.
"You know how we were talking?" she asked, resting her forehead against the side of his head.
"Be more specific."
"Another..."
Tim sighed. Another what? Another car? Another dog? Another job? Another house? Another vacation? Tim paused the tape and turned his head so his and Calleigh's foreheads were touching.
"Baby?"
"What?"
"No. I mean... another baby?"
Calleigh smiled and nodded.
"Yeah."
Tim smiled.
"Really?"
"Yes. Probably about eight weeks."
"I love you so much Calleigh."
"I love you too." she kissed him deeply and sighed against his lips.
"What?"
"As much as I would love to sit here with you... the chief is in the conference room."
"Great. He's my favorite person right after Stetler." Tim said sarcastically.
"Be nice."