Calleigh looked down the table at Tim and he shrugged.

"I'm hungry." Danny whined. "Why do we have to wait for her?"

"Because she's your sister and she said she'd be home by seven." Calleigh replied.

"Who cares?" Megan muttered, shocking both of her parents. Megan was the quiet one of the family and rarely spoke out of line.

"What?" Tim asked.

"Who cares?" Megan repeated. "She's probably over at Jason's, kissing up a storm and you know what? It's not fair."

"Yes!" Danny agreed. "We should be able to eat without her and so help me God if she walks in and says in that retarded bubbly Valley girl voice of hers, 'Oh I got something on the way home' I will kill her!"

"Your sister does not sound like a Valley girl." Tim said. "And if she does do that I'm getting to her first."

"Will you two stop?" Calleigh snapped.

"And I wasn't talking about eating!" Megan said, annoyed that everyone had cut her off. "It's not fair that she has friends and she has a boyfriend and she can go wherever she wants."

"Yeah and you know what the big difference is?"

"Yeah! I'm eleven and she's seventeen. Six years!"

"Six years is a big deal! Well for instance you can't drive." Tim said.

"Hey maybe they ran off and eloped." Danny piped up.

"Danny..."

"It's just a suggestion." he muttered as a cell phone rang. Tim immediately grabbed his off the table and Calleigh scowled.

"Why do you need to have that at dinner?"

"Easy access." Tim mumbled. "Speedle."

"Hey it's Delko. Night shift is swamped and they just got a new case."

"I was in the middle of eating man, well hoping to."

"Oh. Well can you come?"

"Yeah... Yeah I'll be right there." Tim snapped his phone shut and stood up. "See you guys later."

"Where are you going?" Megan asked.

"Work. Night shift is swamped apparently and I need to come in." Tim replied.

"Wh----," Tim cut Calleigh off with a kiss then walked past her into the kitchen. He came back out, clipping his holster onto his waist. "Why you?"

"I'm hungry! Does this mean we're not eating at all now?" Danny complained.

"Feed them." Tim said. "I'm sure Sammy just lost track of time and when I get home I'll talk to her."

"Alright. I love you."

"I love you too. Bye guys."

"Why does everyone leave?" Danny asked as Tim slammed the door shut. "Can I leave?"

"No you cannot." Calleigh ordered.

S/C-----

"So what do we got?" Tim asked.

"Car jacking." Hagen replied.

"I left my family for a car jacking?"

"Sorry."

"Where's the driver?"

"Patrol didn't see one."

"Ghost driver?" Eric asked amused. Tim smirked but it slowly faded. "Speed?"

Eric followed his line of sight and his jaw dropped slightly.

"Hagen?"

"Yeah?"

"No driver?"

"Nope. Why?" Hagen turned away from a patrol officer and looked at Eric.

"That's Sammy's car."

"Sammy? As in Tim's Sammy?"

Eric nodded.

"Whoa. I wouldn't have told you to get him if I knew."

"Speed!" Eric ran after him. "Look, there are a lot of Jeeps in Miami. It could be someone else."

But Tim ignored him and snapped on a pair of latex gloves. He quickly went into the front seat and saw the familiar pocketbook sitting on the passenger side seat. Tim opened it and pulled out Sammy's license.

"It's not someone else's." he muttered, pulling out his cell phone. He dialed Sammy's number and waited as it rang. A jazzy tune filled the air. "Where is it?"

Hagen bent down and waved a gloved hand. Tim yanked the silver mechanism out of his hand, opened it, and checked the last call made.

"She called me."

"Don't beat yourself up over it Speed." Hagen advised.

"NO! You don't understand!" he yelled. "She called and I just ignored her! Dammit!"

"Speed..." Eric started.

"Shut up! Just shut up!"

"No. I found this." Eric shoved an envelope in his face. Tim ripped it open and scanned the letter quickly.

"No... no... no..." he mumbled, shaking his head. "I won't let it happen. Get this back over to the lab and... dammit! On my desk is a note pad with a license plate number. I want you to run it."

Eric nodded and jogged over to his car, reading the short letter.

48 hours. That's it and then she's gone.

S/C------

Tim found Eric hunched over a computer, typing furiously.

"Find him yet?"

"No. He doesn't exist."

"What? Sammy wouldn't make that up. Keep looking."

"I mean the car exists but it was stolen." Eric said.

"Who's its owner?"

"A Richard Burke."

Tim nodded as he quickly wrote that down.

"What about the letter?" he asked.

"Nothing. Guy knows what he's doing." Eric replied.

"Okay. Do you have an address for Burke?"

"Don't I always?"

Tim grinned as Eric handed him over a piece of paper.