"Where are you getting with those tapes Speedle?"

Tim tore his eyes away from Calleigh and looked up at Chief Kelly.

"Sorry what?"

"The tapes Speedle!" Kelly snapped.

"Um... well I've been watching it for three hours and I was about to go on when Ho... Lieutenant Caine called for me. There's no sign of the vehicle."

"Duquesne!"

"Yes?"

"Bullets?"

"No bullets. The vic was st–-" Calleigh stopped suddenly and Tim stared at her worriedly. "I'm sorry. The vic was stabbed with a knife. We um... I'm sorry."

She bolted from her chair and quickly ran across the hall to the bathroom. Tim quickly followed her.

"What the hell is wrong with them?" Kelly asked, staring at Horatio.

"I have no clue." he replied. In the bathroom... Tim stood there, feeling helpless. He waited until the vomiting stopped and then knocked on the stall door.

"Cal? Baby are you okay?"

She opened the stall door and Tim sat down on the floor next to her. He closed the door and Calleigh leaned against him.

"I'm just peachy." she mumbled sarcastically. "This is all your fault."

"I know." Tim learned his lesson the last time Calleigh was pregnant. Take the blame for everything. He had slept on the couch quite a few times and it was really uncomfortable after the first few hours. Calleigh moaned and leaned over to the toilet again. Tim quickly grabbed her long hair and held it behind her back. Finally she stopped vomiting again and leaned back into Tim's arms.

"This is the one part I hated about being pregnant." she complained. Tim tried hard not to laugh and kissed the top of her head. "We should get back to work."

"Nah. I love sitting on a cold bathroom floor with you. Besides it beats listening to the chief."

"I feel so loved." Calleigh said dryly. "What are you doing here?"

"I work here." Tim said slowly.

"No. I mean in the bathroom."

"Have you lost your memory?"

"You're in the ladies' room."

The door swung open.

"Um... I'll come back later." Valera's voice said. Tim noticed that his and Calleigh's legs were entangled together and were sticking out from under the stalls.

"Eh... no... its okay." Tim opened the stall door and helped Calleigh off the floor. "She was sick and I followed her in."

Valera nodded.

"I'm sure."

S/C---------

"Hi Alexx." Calleigh smiled. "You got anything for me?"

"I thought you were into bullets." she teased. "Actually I have some things I need run down to Trace. But you wouldn't want to do that..."

"Hah! And miss seeing my favorite Trace expert? I could always use a reason to see him."

"Don't you ever get sick of him?"

"Never have and never will. I can't get enough of him." Calleigh said, a dreamy look on her face. Alexx smiled and passed her a few envelopes.

"Go and don't linger too long. There is work to be done."

Calleigh smiled slightly and headed up to Trace. She smiled slightly, seeing Tim. He had his headphones on, his lips mouthing the words to whatever crazy song he was listening to at the moment and was engrossed in whatever he was processing. Calleigh snuck up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist. Tim quickly took his headphones off and glanced behind him.

"Hi handsome."

"Hey. Don't scare me like that."

"Who else would be holding you?" Calleigh questioned.

"No one but you just sneaked up on me." Tim muttered. "What do you want?"

"Nice way to talk to me."

"I'm sorry. What do you need princess?"

"Alexx wants these processed." Calleigh smiled. "And then we can go for lunch because I'm starving."

"Right." Tim nodded. "You want to help? It'll get done quicker."

"Sure." Calleigh slid onto a stool next to her husband and they quickly got to work.

S/C-----------

"Eo?"

"English?"

Tim swallowed a mouthful of his pizza.

"What's up Delko?"

"We've got another body... or should I say bodies."

"Alright. We'll be right there." Tim snapped his phone shut and looked over at Calleigh. "Crime scene. I'll drive."

"Aren't you the gentleman." she teased. Tim smirked to himself and paid for the check.