Tim tightened his grasp on Calleigh's waist as she shifted in her sleep.

"I'm not going anywhere." she mumbled.

"I don't wanna go to work today." Tim whispered, running his fingers through his wife's blonde locks. "Let's stay home."

Calleigh gave a sleepy laugh and finally opened her sparkling, green eyes.

"I'm sure Horatio would love that. Remember, Miami never closes. Besides what would we do? The kids would be at school."

"That's very good." Tim smirked. "I could think of a lot of things to do in six hours."

"Enlighten me." Calleigh winked. Tim leaned closer to her, pressing his lips against hers hungrily and moved slightly so he was on top of her.

"Cal..." he tugged at the bottom of her tank top desperately as he kissed her neck, driving her crazy. She moaned, running her hand through his hair.

"Mom?"

Tim dropped his head in defeat, burying his face in her shoulder.

"What Nick?"

"When's breakfast?"

Tim kissed Calleigh slowly. She began to push him away but returned the sensuous kiss.

"Mom?"

"In a minute Nick!" Tim exclaimed.

"Sorry!" he squeaked, running downstairs. Calleigh laughed at the defeated look on her husband's face and kissed him once more.

"It's Friday. I'll get my mom to take them." she promised. "Then you're mine Speedle."

"That sounds like a plan." he grinned. "I love you Calleigh."

"I love you too Tim and I like this you."

"What are you talking about?" he asked.

"Well... ever since Abbie came back you went back to the man I used to know."

"I don't know. It was like... part of me was gone when she got taken. Now that she's back I feel whole again."

"I hope he's staying." Calleigh smiled slightly.

"Definitely. He's not leaving." Tim promised.

S/C------

Jen rolled her eyes as Abbie explained the math problem on the board.

"So then the simplified answer would be 33x(21x - 14xy)." she finished.

"Very good Abbie!" Mr. Sanchez clapped. "Jen, why don't you get up there?"

"Um... I don't really know what I'm doing." she said quietly.

"It's easy." Mr. Sanchez said. "Go on."

Jen sighed and ran a hand through her hair as she walked up to the board. Justin Jackson stuck his foot out as she past and she stumbled. A few of the kids laughed and Jen turned red as she finally got up to the board. Abbie smiled at her and handed over the chalk.

"You need help?" she asked quietly.

"No." Jen snapped, her Speedle stubbornness shining through. "Why do you have to be so perfect?"

"I'm sorry." Abbie's voice had a hurt tone in it. "If you wanted help last night I would've given it to you. Dad said I would."

"Aww... Abbie's trying to help out her baby sister." Justin cooed. "How cute."

"Jackson you want to stay after school?" Mr. Sanchez asked. Abbie dropped the chalk on the floor and both she and Jen went down to pick it up. When they stood back up, Abbie quickly went to her seat and Jen stared down at her paper. She knew she had done the homework wrong last night and she knew she was going to make a fool of herself up at the board. Jen glanced down at what she had written and her jaw dropped slightly. Instead of Jen Speedle written at the top of the paper, it said Abbie Speedle in a big flourish of letters. She glanced to the back of the room, where Abbie was slowly going through Jen's work.

"Jen you gonna start?" Mr. Sanchez asked.

"No."

Abbie's head snapped up.

"No?"

"Yeah. It's not my paper." Jen walked back to her seat and snatched her worksheet out of Abbie's hands. "I don't need you helping me or giving me the answers. I can figure it out on my own."

"Jen..."

"No! I hate you! I hate that you're so perfect and I hate that you think that you can just waltzed in and... and... and make everything all happy. We were doing just fine without you!"

"Oh really? Then why were you yelling at Dad that he doesn't do anything? I'm sure that you were just fine. You know, I've been nothing but nice to you since I came back and you've been rude and nasty!" Abbie exclaimed.

"Girls..." Mr. Sanchez started. The feuding sisters ignored him.

"You just had to walk in and make everyone like you! Get all the attention!" Jen went on.

"At least you know everyone!"

"I barely know our own parents because they're so distraught over you, their little princess being gone!" Jen screamed hysterically. "So don't even sit there and say that I have it better than you because I don't!"

"Girls!" Mr. Sanchez yelled. The class was staring at them in shock. The math teacher didn't have a chance to go on as the phone connected to the office began to ring. He grabbed it off the wall, greeting whoever was on the other end. "Mhmm..."

His eyes landed on Abbie and Jen, who looked about ready to rip each other eyes out.

"Both of them? Okay. Alright. They'll be right down." Mr. Sanchez hung up. "Abbie, Jen, your father's in the office. You're going home."

They collected their things and headed for the door.

"But don't think I'm not talking to you about your disruptive behavior when you come back tomorrow."

Abbie and Jen exchanged a glance when they saw Tim leaning against the wall outside the office.

"Hey." he said quietly. "Uh... come on."

"Where are we going?" Jen asked, following her father out to the parking lot. He ignored her and got into the Tahoe. "Abbie?"

"Leave me alone Jen." she muttered, getting into the passenger seat. Jen stood defeated, then got into the back seat, wondering what was going on.

S/C-----

"What's going on?" Jen asked for what seemed the tenth time since Tim had picked her and Abbie up from school. Her grandparents, Eric, Horatio, and Nicky were there. Tim collapsed into his recliner and motioned for his kids to sit on the couch. Abbie looked around, doing a quick headcount.

"Dad?"

Tim looked up.

"Where's Mom?"