Calleigh sighed and glanced around the ballistics lab. There was nothing to do. She didn't want to be around anyone so she was holed up in her sanctuary. No one was telling her anything and if she did try to talk to them then they ignored her. It wasn't fair. She and Tim were their colleagues and she deserved to know what was going on with the case. She wasn't just some family member of the victim that was being nosy.
"Calleigh!"
"What Ryan?"
"I got a hit off the bottle." he said, holding up a paper. "You're not going to like it."
S/C-----
Calleigh sat across from her father in the interrogation room. The pain was very visible on her face.
"Detective Speedle, I'm not allowing my client to speak."
Calleigh turned to the lawyer, Mark Jennings.
"Look Jennings... this is off the record. Can you and Wolfe leave us alone for a minute?"
Ryan stepped forward for a second. Calleigh never broke eye contact with her father.
"Ryan, go."
He nodded and exited the room with Jennings. Calleigh sighed and finally looked away from the man before her.
"I... why would you do something like this?" she asked.
"I didn't."
"I find that hard to believe since the broken bottle matches the victim's wounds and his blood is on the end while your fingerprints are on the neck of the bottle."
Kenwall sighed and leaned back in his chair.
"Calleigh..."
"Don't Calleigh me." she snapped. "Look I'm going through hell right now so just tell me why."
"I was drunk. I don't know what I do when I'm drunk."
"Yeah I know that already." Calleigh mumbled. "I always told you to stop. Always. But then I just gave up. No more. I didn't care what you did but now... it hurts and it feels like my fault."
She suddenly bolted from the room and Ryan came back in with a uniformed officer.
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Calleigh sobbed uncontrollably as she sat in ballistics, her face buried in her hands. She couldn't believe it. She didn't want to believe it. As much as she wanted to see him rot in jail, she wanted to find something that would stop it all. As much as she said she hated him, she loved him and she found that even harder to believe than the fact he was going to jail. He had put her through so much her whole life. Why should she still love him? A few memories filtered into Calleigh's head and she cried harder. She wanted to stop crying but she knew she couldn't. She wanted Tim to walk in and take her in his arms, telling her it would be okay. Then she'd be able to stop. A pair of arms did slip around her and Calleigh's head snapped out of her hands. It was Eric though.
"Wolfe told me what happened."
"Great so now he's broadcasting it to the whole lab. I wonder what they're saying about me. My father is a murderer, my husband may be dead, and I'll have to raise two kids on my own." Calleigh snapped.
"Cal, that's not true." Eric said softly. "He's fine."
"And what if he's not? And I want the truth Eric."
"Then I don't know Calleigh." he mumbled. "I'm telling you what I think and hope to God will happen."
"I love him so much Eric." she mumbled, burying her face in his shoulder. "I really do."
"I know."
"I was so pissed at him on Friday. He tried to get me to apologize but I wouldn't. You know me. Stubborn."
"Stop. He knows you're sorry." Eric said.
"No. Now I may not get to tell him again." Calleigh whispered, another wave of tears hitting her. Eric rubbed her back slowly, wondering what would happen if Tim wasn't okay.
"He's gonna be fine."
"Eric he's been missing for three days!"
Horatio burst through the door then, a paper in his hands.
"We got something."
"Really?" Eric asked.
"Yeah. I put an APB out and someone called in saying they saw someone matching Webster's description. There was no one else with him. But it was a van and Speed may have been in the back." Horatio replied.
"Where were they?"
"I-95, heading into Georgia. They said this was yesterday morning. They could be anywhere."
S/C------
"Yeah."
"Horatio Caine?"
"Speaking."
"Mac Taylor, New York CSI."
"Mac... how are you?"
"Good. I guess things aren't as well down in Miami."
"Huh?"
"Your missing CSI. Its all over the news."
"Yeah. Mac, you don't usually call. What's the occasion?"
"Danny got a hit off AFIS. It matches your suspect, Webster."
"From where?" Horatio was already out of his seat and walking towards the elevator.
"A B&E on 125th Street."