Disclaimer: I own anyone you don't recognize. Everyone else belongs to Anthony Zuiker.
This is obviously A/U.
S/C------
Calleigh smiled brightly as she walked into the break room. The boys stared at her oddly as she grabbed a cup of coffee and collapsed onto the couch between Tim and Eric.
"You're happy." Eric observed.
"I'm just happy to be home." Calleigh replied.
"That makes me feel so special and good." Tim muttered. Horatio chuckled dryly as Calleigh wrapped an arm around Tim.
"Now I didn't say I didn't have a good time, I had a wonderful time." she smiled.
"Speed, you look tired." Eric piped up.
"I just sat on a ten hour flight and got called in to investigate a double homicide. Yes Eric, I'm tired. Plus, I did not get any rest at all."
"Aren't you supposed to relax on vacation?" Horatio asked.
"Not when it's your honeymoon." Eric winked.
"You're a sick man Eric."
"Horatio, I got that report for you."
The three on the couch looked up as the door swung open and a man around Tim's age walked in.
"Thank you Luke." Horatio took the file from him and noticed Tim and Calleigh's confused looks. "Guys, this is Luke Geller. Luke, this is Tim Speedle and Calleigh Duquesne. Luke is from the Los Angeles CSI. He transferred here when you two were gone."
"Nice to meet you." Calleigh smiled.
"Same here." Tim muttered.
"I'll be in Trace." Luke said. "Nice to meet you guys."
Once he was gone, Tim scowled.
"That's my lab."
"I don't like him much." Eric commented. "He's... a suck up."
"I don't like him either."
"He seems okay." Calleigh said.
"You think ax murderers seem okay." Tim snickered, earning him a slap from his wife.
"You need to open up to people."
"I don't play well with others."
S/C------
Calleigh grabbed her jacket out of her locker and noticed an envelope on the top shelf. She frowned and opened it, a small letter falling into her palm. Her frown quickly grew into a smile and she shook her head as she closed her locker.
"What's the smile for?" Tim asked as he walked in. Calleigh gave him a look. "Fine, I won't push you."
"No. You don't have to play stupid."
Tim shrugged and opened his locker. He glanced behind him when Calleigh's arms wrapped around his waist.
"It was very sweet baby."
"What was?"
"The letter."
"What letter?"
"Tim!"
"Don't get annoyed! I didn't write you any letter. Anything I have to say to you, I'll say to your face."
"Yes you did."
"No I didn't."
Calleigh handed him the paper over his shoulder and Tim read it.
"I love you... you're the most important thing in my life. I'm so glad we're together... I didn't write this but whoever did, better watch his back."
"Oh I'm sorry. I forgot. This must be from my boyfriend." Calleigh teased. Tim rolled his eyes and slammed his locker shut. "What's got you all upset?"
"I just really hate this job sometimes." he muttered. "I called the DA. Not enough evidence to convict the bastard. I went over that crime scene on my hands and knees. There's nothing more. Guy knows how to cover up his tracks."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. I even went back and went over the scene again just to make sure." Tim nodded. Calleigh rubbed his arm soothingly.
"Well we can't always get them, no matter how guilty they are."
"I know but now that guy is back out on the streets and probably gonna commit another murder."
"Try not to think about it. Come on. Let's go home."
S/C-------
"I am in no mood to cook tonight. You just want to get a pizza?"
"Yeah..." Tim leaned over the arm of the couch and grabbed the cordless phone. He dialed the number of their favorite pizzeria and ordered a regular pie. "Said it'll be about fifteen minutes."
"Okay." Calleigh mumbled. "Why don't we put a movie on."
It was more of a command than a suggestion. Tim glanced over at their ever-growing pile of DVDs and really did not feel like going through the mountain of movies.
"Now?" he whined.
"Yes. We'll make it easier. Pick a letter."
"E."
"Okay." Calleigh moved out of Tim's lap and walked over to the cabinet. She smirked to herself. It was either Empire Strikes Back or Empire Records. She hated Star Wars and Tim hated Empire Records, which just happened to be the other's favorite movies. "Okay... I'll put it on."
Tim glared at her back and groaned when the familiar opening scenes started.
"No. No. No. And no!"
"It's a good movie!" Calleigh protested, crawling back into his embrace.
"It's a gay movie. Star Wars is cool."
"Star Wars is a bunch of aliens shooting each other."
"No! We've got Luke and Vader going at it with lightsabers! Besides, that's cool!" Tim exclaimed. "And I hate him! He took my good looks."
"Darth Vader?" Calleigh teased, knowing very well it was Rory Cochrane who had come on the screen.
"That punk."
"That punk." Calleigh repeated as Tim set a scowl on his face.
"I don't understand how you like this." he muttered. "And I don't understand how you like him."
"He's funny."
"I'm funny and you never laugh like that for me."
"Are you honestly jealous of a movie character?" Calleigh asked. "And besides your funny is... dark, sarcastic funny."
"That is the true funny of the world." Tim yawned as Calleigh straddled him. "I'm not jealous."
"Then why are you whining?" she asked.
"I'm not whining."
"Yes you are!"
"No I'm not."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No!"
"Yes."
"N..." Calleigh cut Tim off when her face got closer to his. "...o."
Calleigh smiled and nodded.
"Yes you were."
"Yes I was." Tim gave up. "Are you going to sit there staring at me all day?"
"Maybe." Calleigh winked and kissed him. They sat like that, Tim sitting and Calleigh in his lap, for about a minute before Tim shifted and Calleigh was under him. "Tim..."
"I don't care." he mumbled, kissing her neck.
"No... honey, the window is open."
"So?"
"The curtain is up and our lovely neighbors are standing outside, watching."
Tim turned his head towards the window and saw Mr. and Mrs. Warner, their elderly neighbors stopped out on the sidewalk in front of their house.
"They're so old they probably can't see us." he turned back to Calleigh and she gave him a look.
"And what if it's Nancy next time?"
Tim rolled his eyes at the thought of their gossipy neighbor. She had a teensy, weensy crush on Tim, such a crush that when Calleigh was at a conference a few weeks before the wedding, she invited him to come over if he felt... lonely. Tim did become lonely but called the guys over. Ever since, Nancy had been spreading rumors about the couple. This made Tim get up and close the curtain. He quickly returned to Calleigh and a few seconds later they were trying very desperately to get each others' clothes off. But something else made them stop.
"What's that?" Tim asked, a dopey look on his face.
"A doorbell." Calleigh said slowly as if she were talking to a three year old. "It rings when someone is at the door."
"Who would be at the door?"
"Baby you ordered that pizza!"
"I... oh yeah." Tim walked over to the door and opened it, a smiling teenager on his porch.
"Yo Mr. Speedle."
"How's it going Billy? School all right?"
"Can't complain. Total is 15.32." he replied as Tim pulled out a twenty.
"Keep the change."
"Thanks a lot. Hey Mrs. Speedle!"
"Hi Billy." Calleigh smiled, coming up behind Tim.
"See you later." Tim closed the door on the teen and tossed the pizza onto the floor.
"Are we not eating?" Calleigh asked.
"Not now." Tim mumbled, pulling her closer to him.
"Well... let's not leave the food on the floor." but Tim kissed her and the pizza was forgotten as she pulled him upstairs.