Tim smiled, watching Calleigh work quietly and quickly.

"Am I um... disturbing anything?"

Calleigh jumped and turned around, a surprised look on her face.

"Don't do that!" she exclaimed. "You're gonna give me a heart attack one of these days."

"Sorry." Tim grinned sheepishly. "What are you doing?"

"Hagen's case. Did you get anywhere with that trace?"

"Yeah. Its from the garden in the front yard. Delko didn't get any prints."

"So we're nowhere." Calleigh muttered. "That's great."

"Not exactly." Tim said, sitting next to her. "I've got Tyler looking over the tapes... we identified the van but we can't see the license plate. So we can't put an APB on it."

"That's still nowhere. Did anyone check the visitors' log?"

"Delko. Body hauler signed the log 'Coroner.'" Tim replied. "But..."

"But what?" Calleigh asked.

"We were only looking over the parking lot tapes not the entrance tapes."

"Please tell me that's what Tyler is looking over now."

"He is. He said he'd page me when he found the hauler. Once we get his picture I'm gonna scan it into the databases... he could be a prior criminal." Tim explained. "Then we'll have his name on file."

"You guys are gonna love me!" Eric exclaimed, walking in, a big smile on his face.

"Do be so sure." Tim smirked. "What do you got?"

"I went over the prints from the crime scene. There are two sets. Webster's obviously and a David Stewart."

"He could be our body hauler." Calleigh commented. Tim's beeper went off.

"We may have him."

S/C-----

Tim hit a few keys quickly and brought the two pictures up.

"Now we see if the features match up..." he mumbled. The other three CSIs waited anxiously. "Yes!"

The screen blinked 'Positive Match' over and over.

"Let's bring him in." Horatio smiled. "Speed, Calleigh go."

S/C------

Tim knocked on the apartment door and waited. Calleigh leaned against the wall and smiled softly at him.

"I can't wait to get this over with." she said.

"I know. But it will be over soon and we'll get on with our lives." Tim said. "Maybe take a vacation... spend some time with Sammy... change the guest room into a nursery..."

Calleigh nodded.

"You're right."

"Of course I am. I always am." Tim winked, making Calleigh roll her eyes. The door finally opened and a dark haired man appeared in the doorway.

"Can I help you?" he asked, a curious look on his face.

"Tim Speedle, Calleigh Duquesne, Miami-Dade Crime Lab. You David Stewart?" Tim asked. The man nodded.

"What's going on?"

"Can we come in?" Calleigh asked. David nodded and stepped aside.

"Again, detectives what's going on?"

"Last night Alex Whitman was murdered inside of the Miami Correctional Facility. You were on tape there last night as a body hauler for the coroner's office, coming to claim Jack Webster's body. Around that time Whitman was murdered and Webster's body never made it to the morgue." Tim said. "Want to explain?"

"Um... I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Odd. How did you end up on tape?" Calleigh asked. David sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Where is he?"

"I don't know."

"How do you know Webster?" Tim asked.

"Best friend. I visited a few times and he said something about wanting to get out and he came up with a great scheme. I came and picked his 'body' up and on the way out he killed the guard. I let him off at a motel out near the beach, really rundown place. I don't know where else he went." David replied. "Honestly. I just sprang him from his cell. Do you know how depressing it is in the slammer?"

"We have an idea. You wanna tell us about this 'great scheme?'"

"Something about getting a job done. Look I wish I could be of more help but I can't."

"You got the address of this motel?"

David nodded and handed Tim a paper.

S/C-------

"I got a feeling we're not getting the whole story out of this guy." Tim said.

"When do we ever get the whole story from any of our suspects? We know he's lying. We found his prints at the Dawsons' crime scene." Calleigh said. "We should've just arrested him for that."

Tim bit his tongue to refrain from making some smart ass comment.

"We got to report back to Horatio." he said though and turned the Hummer around, heading towards the lab. "Calleigh, I know you're going to fight with me but I don't want you um... working the case anymore."

"Tim..."

"Honey, please. I... I can't lose you. If anything happened to you I wouldn't forgive myself and I don't want you anywhere near Webster." he rested his hand on her leg and Calleigh smiled slightly and took his hand in hers.

"Tim, I can do my job." she said. "Don't start protesting. I did it while I was pregnant with Sammy and I will do it while I'm pregnant with this one. If you do what you did the first time I was pregnant I will kill you this time."

Tim really didn't want to become target practice again and he knew that the bullet flying at him wouldn't be a warning that flew over his shoulder this time.

"I know and I'm not complaining about work in general. Just this case. Calleigh, we've faced him before. We know what to expect."

"Exactly so we go in there prepared and nothing bad will happen. Stop worrying." she added with a smile, "That's my job."

"I know. Babe, last time we... encountered him it scared the shit out of me. I really thought that I'd lose you."

"Oh no, no, no. You jumped in front of me." Calleigh remembered. "That had to have been the stupidest, yet bravest thing you've ever done. If the gun had been loaded that time..."

Tim squeezed her hand gently.

"That was a long time ago. Its not gonna happen again."