Tim dragged himself through his front door as Eric laughed loudly behind him.

"Shh! You're gonna wake Calleigh up." he hiccupped. "Oh man when you hit that guy with the beer can..."

"I thought he was gonna beat the shit out of me!" Eric howled.

"You? He thought it was me!" Tim exclaimed, flopping down onto the leather couch. Eric's loud laugh went down to a chuckle as he sunk down into the leather recliner opposite of his best friend.

"Can I crash here tonight?"

Tim was already asleep.

"Take that as a yes." Eric mumbled, slowly falling asleep.

S/C------

Tim woke up slowly, groaning when the bright sunlight hit his eyes. He lay on the couch for a few minutes, letting his eyes adjust to the brightness of the room. A loud snore brought him out of his stupor and saw Eric passed out in the recliner. Tim shook his head, wincing at the pain his headache was giving off and slowly made his way upstairs to his bedroom.

"Baby..." Tim trailed off when he saw his bed was empty. How did Calleigh get past him? Why hadn't she woke him up? Maybe she was downstairs in the kitchen... Tim went downstairs and saw Eric was the only other occupant of the house. Tim thought back to the last time he had talked to Calleigh. She said she was going home. When he got home the house was empty so he figured she was sleeping. Eric's Explorer was parked in the driveway, blocking the Ducati and the Equinox in the garage. "Probably went for a jog..."

But still, Tim checked the garage and felt his stomach drop when he saw the Ducati was the only means of transportation parked in the garage. Now Calleigh was good, but there was no way that she was good enough to get one SUV past another. Tim grabbed the phone and dialed Calleigh's cell phone.

"Hey it's Calleigh. I can't get to my phone so leave a message and I'll get back to you quickly."

The beep went off and Tim started talking.

"Babe, it's me. I thought you were coming home. Well... I guess you're at the lab. Call me when you get this, okay? I got kinda freaked out when you weren't here this morning. I'll see you later I guess. I love you, bye."

S/C-----

Tim walked into Ballistics to find it empty.

"Okay..." he walked around until he found Horatio, who was talking with Yelina. He turned after he finished talking and walked over to Tim.

"Speed, what's up?"

"Have you seen Calleigh?"

"Not since yesterday. Why?"

"I can't find her."

"She wasn't at home?"

"No. The car wasn't in the garage and there's no way she could've left because Delko was parked in the driveway."

"Okay. Calm down." Horatio said as he saw Tim shaking. "Did you look everywhere?"

"Yes!" he exclaimed. "Jesus Christ if I knew where she was would I be asking you?"

"Speed..."

"I'm sorry." he mumbled. "I just... she's been really upset because of Linda get killed."

"Linda?"

"Her friend from New Orleans moved here a few years ago and that was the crime scene we were at." Tim explained quickly. "You... you don't think she did something to herself, do you?"

"Calleigh suicidal?"

"I didn't say that! Dammit, don't put that thought in my head! I meant you don't think she's passed out in a bar or some place right?"

"No. Did you look for her car?"

"Her car is in the shop. She has mine. It wasn't in the parking lot or the garage. H..."

"Speed, I'm sure she's fine." Horatio lied.

S/C-----

Two hours later, everyone was frantic. Calleigh was still nowhere to be found. She wouldn't answer her cell phone and the only thing of hers around was an extra set of clothes in her locker. No one crossed Tim, they all left him alone unless they had something to tell him. Tim pulled out his cell phone and dialed Calleigh's number. Again, he got her answering machine.

"Baby, it's me again. I know half of your machine is filled with messages from me but can you please pick up the phone or call me back? I have no idea where you are and I'm worried about you. Just call. I love you."

Eric watched as Tim snapped his phone shut and walked into the break room.

"Still no sign?"

"No. Where the hell could she be?"

"I don't know. You said she was really messed up about this case."

"Yeah..." Tim pulled his cell phone out again but this time he dialed Bryan's number. "Bryan it's Tim. Yeah, is Calleigh with you? She's not? Oh. Okay thanks."

"Speed, she's got to be somewhere." Eric said as he sunk down onto the couch, his head in his hands.

"Yeah I know that but where? Is she okay? Why won't she pick up the phone?"

"Maybe she just wants to be alone."

"I think she'd pick up by now."

"Did you try her parents?"

"Twice." Tim muttered. "They haven't heard from her in three days, which is usual for them."

"She'll turn up... somewhere."

"That helps me out a lot Delko, thanks."

S/C------

THE NIGHT BEFORE

Calleigh moaned lightly as she struggled to sit up. She was in the back seat of some truck... her truck. But Tim wasn't driving.

"You're awake." the driver observed, making Calleigh go wide-eyed. "Yeah you're probably surprised it's me."

"What the hell..."

"What the hell indeed. You don't remember me huh?"

"Am I supposed to?"

The driver clenched the wheel tightly and glanced at Calleigh in the rearview mirror.

"You didn't look at me back then, why would you look at me now? I actually thought we could have a chance this time but that damn Speedle keeps getting in the way."

"Well... he's my husband."

"No! He's not!"

"Yes he is!"

"No! You're mine." he yelled. Calleigh jumped as his voice got loud. He saw this and quieted down. "I'm sorry Calleigh. I don't want you to be afraid of me."

"Oh shut up." she snapped.

"I could just knock you out again."

"Where are we going?"

"Away. Away from Miami."

"Well where are we?"

"Heading away from Miami."

"No shit Sherlock! Where?"

"Somewhere where no one would ever think."

"Look, you turn my truck around right now and take me back to Miami." Calleigh said.

"Let me think about that. No."

"Dammit, do it!"

"No."

Calleigh reached for her gun and screeched.

"Where's my gun? Better yet where is my wedding ring?"

"I have them and you're not gonna be needing that anymore."

"My gun or my ring?"

"Both."