Calleigh woke up the way she fell asleep, with a smile on a her face and in Tim's arms.

"What are you smiling about?"

"Nothing special, just a certain husband of mine."

"I'd say that's pretty special." Tim smirked. Calleigh giggled and sat up but he pulled her back down.

"I have to get up for work."

"No you don't." Tim mumbled, kissing her softly.

"As much as I would love to sit here and do nothing, I can't. I have to get the baby and feed her and then I have to get ready for work."

"Your mom came and took the baby."

"It's not even six thirty!"

"No it's not." Tim grinned.

"Yes it is." Calleigh pointed at the alarm clock. Tim nodded and turned on a radio station.

"It's 8:15 on a gorge—" Tim turned it off.

"8:15." he said. "I turned the clock back and turned the alarm off. I called your mom, asked her to take the baby for the day. Then I called H and asked him if you could take the day off. He said take as long as you need. So we have the day to do whatever we please."

"What about you?"

"What about me?"

"You have to go to work!"

"Oh. Yeah there's that minor setback. I have to be in by noon." Tim said. Calleigh shook her head and moved to get out of bed when Tim grabbed her by the waist and pulled her back to him. "But... that's three hours and forty-five minutes away and I'll be home by two at the most. Your mom has Gabby for the whole day. Again, we have the day to do whatever we please. And we uh... have a lot of catching up to do."

Calleigh smirked as Tim winked and kissed her.

S/C------

Calleigh laughed and pulled Tim back to her.

"Don't go." she mumbled against his lips.

"You know, two hours ago you were complaining that you didn't want to stay in bed now you're telling me not to leave." Tim grinned.

"Well... you can be very persuasive baby." Calleigh smiled. "You still got an hour to get ready."

"Yeah well at the rate we're going I'll never get ready."

"Just, stay for a little while longer." Calleigh pleaded. She kissed his jaw lightly and Tim slowly sighed.

"You know, you're persuasive too."

"I learned from the best."

S/C-----

"Jack, I'm so sorry I'm late! I got held up and... hello..." Tim trailed off when he saw a beautiful redhead sitting behind his boss's desk.

"Agent Speedle." she said shortly.

"Yes... and you are?"

"Allison Christensen. Jack decided to take a vacation for a while."

"He wouldn't do that on such an important case." Tim said. Allison smirked and leaned forward over the desk.

"You're a smart man Tim. Agent Cassidy went missing last night after having dinner with a few people."

"Roberts."

"Possibly. Jack has put a lot of people away over the years. It could be anyone."

"For the past year Roberts has been abducting and killing agents for fun. I don't think it's just anyone." Tim said. Allison nodded.

"I understand your reasoning." she agreed. "I hear Roberts's fingerprints turned up at a crime scene."

"Yeah. The Miami-Dade Crime Lab is investigating it at the moment."

"Oh. Well we'll have agents working the case soon enough."

"I'm working the case. That's enough agents. Lt. Caine isn't one for feds."

Allison raised a thin eyebrow.

"You're working the case?"

"Yes." Tim nodded. "I don't work with the FBI anymore. I work for CSI. They called me back a year ago to work an old case. It turned into this."

"I see. Are they capable of what we are?" Allison asked.

"Well... they've got the leading ballistics expert in the country, an awesome trace expert, guy that can pull a print off of air, and an amazing leader. I'd say they're more than capable."

"Oh. Well I want a full report at the end of each day. You can go. And don't be late again."

"I won't. Today was uh... a little crazy." Tim muttered, standing up. "It was nice meeting you."

"Yes." Allison nodded. "I'll see you later."

"Bye."

S/C-----

Tim sighed deeply as he drove Calleigh's SUV through Miami. This was getting worse and soon he'd be the only one left for Roberts to come after.

"Jesus Christ." Tim mumbled as a dark Mustang sped past him. "Slow down."

He pulled onto his street and pulled the white Tahoe into the garage. The door leading into the house was open and Tim smiled slightly.

"I'm home!" he called, walking into the hallway. "I know I'm home sooner than I expected. Things went quickly. Baby?"

Tim walked into the kitchen and ran a hand through his hair.

"Where are you?"

Turning around, Tim quickly ran to the stairs, seeing Calleigh lying in a heap at the bottom step.

"Calleigh? Cal?"