Calleigh sighed deeply into Tim's chest as he softly caressed her back.

"Don't you want her back?" she asked quietly.

"Of course I do but we can't just barge in and say you kidnapped our daughter." Tim replied. "We have to prove it somehow."

"The DNA and prints we found at the crime scene are hers. She told me that she was up in the room."

"Calleigh, you've seen hotel rooms. There are dozens of prints and DNA is everywhere. Those may not be the ones."

"Tim, you saw her!" she exclaimed softly. "I... how much longer are you going to deny it? She... she looks exactly like me."

"I know but..."

"But nothing. And that doesn't even matter! I think I know when I'm seeing one of my children."

"Okay. Let's not worry about this now. Can we get some sleep?"

"I can't sleep knowing she's about twenty minutes away instead the next room over." Calleigh muttered. Tim rolled her off him and sat up.

"What are you going to do when we present the evidence and it does say that it's her? Do you plan to uproot her from everything she's known for the past fourteen years and expect her to act like she's always been here?"

Calleigh was cut off by the phone ringing. She grabbed it off the night stand and hit 'talk.'

"Hello?"

"Hi. It's Valera. I hope I didn't wake you."

"No. We were awake."

"Oh."

"So?"

Okay. The print you lifted off the cup matches the one found at the scene. The DNA matches the DNA from the scene too."

"Meaning it is her, not that I doubted it for a second."

S/C-------

"The samples were collected without a warrant."

"The cup was in the garbage and garbage is public property." Calleigh defended.

"I can't just reopen the case Calleigh as much as all of us want to." Horatio said. "Just... get what you can out of Allison for now."

"Horatio..."

"Calleigh, I'm sorry. I really am. I know what this means to you but I can't do anything right now. Not at this time at least. You've waited fourteen years. Another few days isn't going to make much of a difference."

She shook her head and stood up, walking over to the window that overlooked the trace lab. She watched Tim work for a few minutes before speaking again.

"Horatio, you don't have kids. You don't understand what I've been going through since that day. You may not think that a few days is a difference but it is."

Horatio looked at his CSI and nodded.

"Alright. Look, I'll go down to the evidence vault and get the evidence up. Go over everything again, trying to link something to Allison. When you find something, come and get me."

S/C------

"Hey. You paged me?"

Calleigh looked over her shoulder when she heard Tim walk in.

"These are the tapes from the conference." she said quietly. "You know, fourteen years ago we didn't have the techniques we have today."

"I know."

"I focused in on you for a few frames and tagged Abbie. I won't lose her in the crowd this time. She walks over to that fish tank and a woman walks up. I remember that day so clearly. They shut everything down and those doors were too big for her to push open by herself anyway. Someone took her. Right before they get out the door, that someone turns and glances around." Calleigh froze the frame and magnified. "That's Allison."

"How did she get in?"

"The hotel was still open to the public. She could've walked in that way."

Tim smiled and kissed her.

"Good work."

S/C-------

"You know the last time Allison, the jury didn't think charm prints on a pillow case was enough." Tim said, pacing the interrogation room. Allison watched him with an amused look in her eyes. "But this time, I have your DNA in other places than Jerry's fingernails... so explain."

"Fine. You caught me. We were having an affair. We stole a few minutes away from the party to spend some time together. Abbie followed me. When I came out of the bathroom Jerry was yelling at her and I told my daughter to leave."

"Remind me later to say something about that too. But go on..."

"After we made love for a while, Jerry told me it was over. No one says no to me." Allison said.

"So you suffocated him because people accidentally get smothered with pillows all the time." Tim said, remembering the last time he encountered her. "Now, about Abbie."

"Don't you dare drag my daughter into this."

Tim smirked and slid a paper across the table.

"What's this?"

"A CODIS report. Abbie has no relation to you whatsoever."

"Fine. She's my stepdaughter."

"She doesn't have any relation to David either." Tim said. Allison stared at him. Tim nodded at the window and a uniform brought in a TV and VCR. "This is a tape from The Sheridan Resort in Tampa Bay from fourteen years ago."

Tim began to play the tape.

"Now, Abbie is the one that is tagged by that little arrow. How did she get from me to you?"

"You took her?" Allison replied. Tim slid another printout across the table. Allison stared at it.

"Why Allison?"

"I heard you on the phone as they brought me out." she said. "Talking about your precious little girl. I plotted my revenge. I followed you around for the next month and I knew you were the type of guy to turn your back and something's gone. So when Abbie left your side, I took her. She had no problem, very friendly toddler. My next plan was to get you, the only thing that I wanted but then I realized that you were a CSI and somehow would end up contacting your little scientist friends. Then it would be over. Abbie was a good age to take. Rarely do kids remember anything when they're two."

"You make me sick."

"David won't let her go Tim. You're just beating a dead horse."

Tim shook his head and walked over to the door.

"Arrest her." he muttered.